I left my bag of groceries at your house last night
And a friend of mine died this morning.
And I can't get rid of this cough.
I solved some problems today, that's my job
But it was difficult to stay focused
And now I just want to sleep.
My blood pressure was high enough
For the nurse to have to take it twice.
I meditated it down to an acceptable level.
Why does my mind turn to poetry
When I'm scared? She had the same cancer I had.
My friend who died. Why does my mind turn to you?
Comments
Neil McKay
February 19, 2013
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It's a little hyperbolic
A friend did die this morning and all the other stuff was true too. But in real life, it's not all that dramatic.
Clayton Medeiros
February 20, 2013
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Poetry
One of the many theories of poets and poetry is that poets use their poems to explain the world, including themselves, the death of friends and love, among many other things, to themselves. Sometimes the explanation works for others as well.