Pain and Practice

You can achieve the magic eye,
Without much effort, pain, or practically
With silvery shadow spread upwardly.
Lids covered platinum, eyes for now, opposite.
Brushed, stroked far beyond river banks,
Gala and golden eyes for nighttime trades
Made in sunshine, fans, and shade.
Violets tip their hats towards the old mosque,
Egyptian eyes line up against a painting of the dusk
Green, winged, shark-skinned scarabs rescue
Yet not waiting, shut down until resistance stops you.

Sitting waiting under the shimmering Nile lights,
Desert pink at sundown, rooms ancient and airtight.
Late day blues, and hues of gray desert defy
Your thankless hands entwined.
Together in practice and now effortlessly,
You can achieve the magic eye.

Ilene

Female. East coast transplant living in the Bay Area of California. Living with Stage IV breast cancer. Married to the coolest guy in the universe who occasionally suffers from serious depression. Love my stepsons, although I never thought I'd have that thankless job - ever! And my best friend Simon is also my cat. How I have survived with stage IV: treatments including chemo and surgery; palliative oncology; tenacity; a dark sense of humor; support groups; and my newly reinvented career as a vintage and antiques maven. Some days I miss the old me who led a well respected and well paid life as a business strategist in high tech. So much for that. I blog to simply share my experiences and my poetic approach with others who have cancer of any kind or with their care givers and those who love them. If one person at the very least finds a little commonality or a friend out in the ether tor a smile, a common nod about this experience, or even a link to assistance, then I have accomplished a small but extraordinarily meaningful goal. Go team.

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