Hospital pitstop

I know the dark space that operations and medication can do to your headspace. This cards for mum. After a second operation less than a couple of weeks apart I know she’s struggling. When a loved one is in hospital you can’t always be with them, especially these days. That makes things so tough. Wish I could be there with her. This short poem is for her.

Love you to the moon and back but get that things are hard
Thinking of you heaps today so thought I'd send this card

Imagine I am sitting there on your bed and all
We'll laugh at life's twists and turns...beats staring at a wall!

We'll chat of meds that work best or needles that you score
The kindness of your nurses and patients that do snore

This place is a pitstop and it's bumpy on the way
So seatbelt on, hold on tight, lets take it day by day

BY DEE GRANT 2021

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Orange beams that chase the moon

I think of you while you're away
and as night dances on the day
and failing light segments are strewn
as orange beams that chase the moon

I think of you as silhouettes
can etch the land as day forgets
and blue, then red, once more regress
and night presents its sweet caress


DEE GRANT 2021

This is a rewrite of the poem I wrote earlier called Night Presents it’s Sweet Caress. I’ve been reading a couple of articles to improve my rhyming style.

References

E.L Literature (2021)“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost — EL.Literature – Form, Meter, Rhyme in ‘Formal’ Poetry

Masterclass (2020) https://www.masterclass.com/articles/poetry-101-what-is-a-rhyme-scheme-learn-about-rhymed-poems-with-examples

Rhymezone https://www.rhymezone.com/

#Poetry – Elevate from noisy spheres

It is in silence I create, I can decipher, I can relate
Random gems of unknown purity, bubble up from deep obscurity
Bubbling up clear unfettered, not encased in tunes so lettered

I know the silence that you seek, a place to ponder a place to speak
Not with words that close your mind, but open pathways all entwined
For in this place you can create, you can reflect, you can debate

And when all thoughts have quietened down, and questions lose their tensioned frown
You elevate from noisy spheres, and find that space set free from fear
A masterpiece is what you paint, random sketches of a saint.

DEE GRANT 2021

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#Poetry – Wet and wild doggy day

Happy barks resound across a damp and soggy noon

Dogs just glad to be let out, their barks create a tune. Some high some low. Some fast some slow. A baritone or two, create a chorus on the grass that’s loud and fun and true.

They march through giant puddles and with each resounding bark, they wag their tails, run and splash, in this wet and sodden park. 

DEE GRANT 2021

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Inspired after listening to all the dogs at the local park today. It has been raining heavy for over a week. There are floods in Greater Sydney and up and down the State of NSW. A house was even swept away. Today a break in the weather so lots of dogs and their owners out and about.

#Poetry – Sucker for an MRI

The MRI sends blasts of sound, a magnetic force spinning round. With headphones on I greet it’s song. It’s weird loud sounds to soldier on. A veteran now I know it’s way, and settle in for my stay. Bleep bleep bleep and a…boom boom boom, still another 40 minutes ’til I leave this room.

8 things to know are below.

Here I am again. I’m an MRI veteran so thought I’d share how I go about things in this space.

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#Poetry – Counting Sheep

So wide awake from blissful slumber. It’s noise again just pick a number!

Barking dogs, reversing truck, an ambo’s siren wish them luck. All blend to make the drummers beat, the city’s soul, the city’s streets.

This city beats a noisy drum, of sirens, cars, its song goes on.

And so I lay as if to rest and find it’s noise a sweet caress and spend some time just ‘counting sheep’ until at last I fall asleep.

Last night I woke to the sound of two apartment blocks being evacuated at 3 in the morning. Poor buggers. Two fire alarms going off and a fire truck on the approach. Then wide awake I waited.

Phrase/Saying

  • Counting sheep – a very common phrase. Refers to when you have trouble falling asleep. You mentally count sheep in your head.

#Poetry – Tumbling down

With grinding teeth and sobbing tears my recent hopes, my greatest fears, came tumbling down into a mess. I hate these times I must confess. Cause when your world comes tumbling down there’s no-one there to ease that frown, and so you dwell upon each thing you cannot change…it sure does sting.

You can’t change what has happened and though a scar remains, that scar remains an emblem of life’s struggles and it’s pains. There is no silver lining. Your tears they’ll come to naught. Regardless of the matter nor how you feel distraught. 

So come on there brave soldier, let’s once more bare the load. Take up your pack upon your back, trudge forward on the road. Just remember it’s a journey with blissful times and pain. So focus on the good stuff and stamp them in your brain.

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#Poetry – Why artists paint

It’s colour, it’s form, it’s shade and technique. It’s the artist personified, original, unique!

We’re all just creative and passionately draw. We’ll draw on your woodwork, your wall or your door. Just give the OK and we’ll be there today, drawing pictures and paintings ’til the day gets away.

Did you want a commission? We can help you with that. We’ll pull out our paints and put on our hat. With berets in place we’ll draw up the plan. We’ll sort out the colours cause you know that we can.

At the end we’ll stand back with arms folded and beam. It’s no longer blank space…it’s an artists dream.

DEE GRANT 2021