The Robber of Roses

Regret knitted into loose conversation wraps me,
Dragged by a fisherman’s net, casually tossed over the lee.
Splayed, filleted, pocketed and oversteeped:
‘The Robber of Roses Steals Only from Sleep.”

Gypsies wait, dry and cracked into factions,
Weak yet precious, they laugh at my grateful retractions.
Irascibly unsheathing a gun or a fifth of sloe gin,
Forced to perform a show under the curtains at ten.

Lying, out goes our fire, I find another cord of lumber,
My chattering teeth annoying you, cold, continuously slumber.
Queens speak to douses, she’s m’lady but dubiously.
Gifts of morality her blue lips sing, then tale wags of prophecy.

Was I a wife? What you owed me? The morbid dissection.
I sit in the lens of rhetorical questions.
Unfolding table tricks inspired by a visitor’s versions.
Thought keyless standing on ice, all habits and perversions.

Bellicose drapes, light covered in lessons learnt at sea.
Talk to learned creatures so hot, simply taking tea.
Our brows creased then stones cut by axe or by pyre.
(God…What did she ask?) Finally, off you go beating me by a wire.


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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