“Prison Window” by Kazuya Akimoto
a solitaire cell
pharmaceutical keys
don’t fit all its locks
a life sentence
imposed I suppose
by bad choices
genetics and one
distrait surgeon
I’d strangle if only
he’d left me a
semblance of strength
so I sit never stand
in this punishing place
in my bio-austerity
missing the mercy of sleep
finding solace in
laying down words
by the light of a
fortunate window
through which
I observe the old age
that might have been mine
Writer Lynne Sargent
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‘A fortunate window’ afforded to a poetic genius.
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Sometimes those pharma keys don’t open the rusted locks any more!!
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amen
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your kindness is, as always, appreciated
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Lovely poem , Namaste!
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thank you most kindly
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Possible there could be some things that could be admixed. I have read long ago that DXM enhanced pain relief and prevented tolerance with opiates. There are others no doubt. I don’t have time to dig all that for you. Start here: https://www.erowid.org/references/refs.php?S=dextromethorphan+or+dxm
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appreciate you thoughtfulness – I have been down these roads with pain management professionals
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Paul, You capture both mood and situation so painfully well. The beauty of the words reflect the intensity of pain that produced them. Thank you for this gift.
Elouise
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you are most kind, dear elouise – thank you
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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My prison was self imposed and with help from many sources am breaking free but I do feel a shadow of your pain. Bless you.
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thank you most kindly
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Old age, the last act of every human’s role-play in life…
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…and perhaps the most important
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Most definitely 🙂
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I’m glad your powerful words are a solice but I do hope that you might still find a new combination of approaches to pain relief that would be right for you.
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appreciate your concern – it’s an ongoing struggle
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We are, as John Masefield long ago put it, ‘too broke to mend’ . . . I’ll sit by your side at the ‘fortunate window’ and figuratively hold your hand!
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thank you, my friend
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I found this work especially powerful for me; especially since I blew out my back almost 2 years ago. The back and forth with doctors has yielded nothing but a drawer full of half-used meds that don’t work, and a prescription for a cane 😦
May I re-blog this work? I’m still rather new to WordPress.
Thanks,
Thomas
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I appreciate your comments – I’m sorry for your experience – feel free to reblog this
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Thank you. Suffering produces such steely beauty. Thank you for baring it.
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I appreciate that very much
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Wonderful poetry Paul. Sorry you are in pain though.
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we all deal with pain – it’s so much a part of living
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Yes, unfortunately. Peace.
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Another significant poem for Me and My Husband. He went off of pain medication (Tridural) He had been on for over ten years and is now virtually pain-free and exercising and considering an across Canada plane trip to be with His Family in British Columbia — a trip of misery two years ago. A beautiful, powerful poem, Paul. And important.
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thank you dearly, Joanna – I know you understand
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Reblogged this on Triad773 and commented:
I typically don’t write about things I am going through that are pain related, but this poem spoke to me of some of my own experiences. I thought it powerful enough that I wanted to share this work of a fellow blogger. I hate measuring how a day goes by how difficult it is to put on my shoes and socks in the morning, but I must keep trying to find a solution.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers – and for your thoughtful comment
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Poignant and powerful!! But I am so sorry! And yet out of that misery comes great words that touch so many.
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many thanks
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Reblogged this on jaswantsinghaman and commented:
Very good
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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You are welcome sir.
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The stark picture of your pain and loss seems like it’s almost too much to bear, yet your poetry contributes beauty to the human experience.
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almost too much to bear, indeed
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I’m sorry.
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