At Random Ran Dumb Thoughts

by **kerrymichaelwood** » Tue May 11, 2010 4:22 am

Fat fingers foul up stock exchange.

Glaciers calve in Peru.
Tsunamis in fresh water.

British Petrol, a stormy petrel
Plumage fatally beslimed.
What have we done to the seas?

Icelandic ash besmirches jet stream
Grounding flights, creating havoc,
Reminding us Who calls the shots.

Do poets compose,
Or silently decompose?

Eyjafjallajokull

by **G-Girl** » Fri May 14, 2010 2:49 pm

Very Clever, Kerry. Your title would be a perfect one for my memoirs. ;+}

P.S. Love the photo--very classy.

by **kerrymichaelwood** » Sat May 15, 2010 9:20 am

g-g,

Thanks for commenting. I was beginning to think I was posting in invisible ink visible only to me.

by **updog** » Sat May 15, 2010 9:51 am

Not invisible at all. I read this when you first posted and liked it a lot. I've actually come back several times to read it again.

by **kerrymichaelwood** » Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:06 pm

My Wife

Let's be on the safe side.
Last time you got dry heaves
You ended up in hospital --
A spoke stuck in your arm,
A bag of stuff adribble.

This time's no sweat.
I know the parking to a tee.
But now they say you have a temperature --
One hundred one point nine.

Come back tomorrow.
She'll be fine.

I fumble down the hill
I feed the dog
I hit the hay
And fall asleep just wondering
What the hell is going on.

I'll cut this short:
It's day thirteen and lots of things have happened.
Double pneumonia, septic shock --
She's intubated, all IVs enter her body
By way of tube in her carotid.

Days later all things regulate
Her lungs can breathe without an aid.
She's still involved in huge IVs.
With open eyes she recognizes me.

But why can't she begin to understand
She can't get up and walk around.
She's ventilated fore and aft
With tubes that rule the bathroom out.

I hold her hand through cries of pain
My son holds to the other.
And now at home we fall abed,
Exhausted from our tribulation.

"She's coming back," the doctors say,
And then they wander off to check
The numbers of a dozen others.

by **G-Girl** » Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:49 am

There is no stress like that kind of stress---I'm so sorry Kerry. Let us know how things are going, and take care of yourself too.

by **updog** » Fri Jul 02, 2010 8:10 am

Hugs, Kerry, to you and your family. Lots of hugs.

by **Lilly Starshine** » Fri Nov 05, 2010 9:34 am

Keep your head up, baby. You will find the sun.

by **Alex1974** » Sat Nov 06, 2010 6:23 am

I think that's a really good poem that's funny,clever, and it deals with important issues of the day. And in the end, if it comes from the heart, that's the only thing that matters.