Search This Blog

Monday, September 21, 2020

RIP RBG

 https://www.instagram.com/p/CFZ2wlenO4N/?utm_source=ig_web_button_share_sheet

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

New Poem


An Acrostic

I imagine, 

consequent to current events, 
a 
new paradigm
taking hold forever,

becoming the other “new normal”, 
reaching
even the farthest corners of the land,
an America
that is truly
home of the free and the brave,
eagles soaring above, everyone breathing below. 

Sunday, May 10, 2020

New Poem


Ground Glass

The only freedom I've been longing for
is to go back to the blissful time
when I had no idea
how I would die.

Now I contemplate my covid comorbidities
and consider, should doctors see
the telltale ‘ground glass’ in my lungs
what might happen next ...

First, I develop pneumonia, a crushing pain in the lungs
I've known before. Then, perhaps weeks later, I wane
by a parade of organ failures; lungs, kidneys, liver, 
or an explosion coming as a stroke or heart attack.

Respiratory distress is an agonizing way to go.
Someone, if I am lucky enough to have someone,
will titrate my morphine, if I am lucky enough to have morphine,
and relieve my air hunger. Will, if I am lucky, help me die.

Until the blissful time returns, I'll stay home.
When I must venture out, I'll wear a mask
so you are free to worry less about ‘ground glass’
and if you were to return the favor

that would be
ever so kind.

Tammi Truax

all rights reserved