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Chest pains
It hurts
Some nights,
I can't sleep
They say-
"it's normal"
But do they really know
Or are they,
just guessing?
It's getting worse
For two weeks now
Will it ever stop?
Or will it only get worse?
Poems on the topic: worry
Poems on the topic “worry” on Poets.by.
So What Else Is New?
And so you woke and wondered
and were afraid last night alone
pitched into considerations of who and if
and if there is a home
any are quiet in.
“It is sincerely to be hoped
that these childish recycles of worry
won’t be repeated often.”
The windows are tin.
There has been no rain in Tokyo for 57 days.
The city, you are told, is like a tinder box.
You fool romantics dwell
on painful, passionate ends.
Praying for Rain
Perhaps the seedlings were better off inside,
Really. She's never sure what's best for them,
All down the years trying peat pots, blocks,
Yanking down flats from storage, penciling markers,
Ingratiating herself with baked soils,
Now trying perlite, vermiculite, moss,
Getting out lamps and heaters, rotating flats,
Fighting intruding snails, mice and rats
Or even knotweed and bindweed
Running their tendrils up through brick.
Right now, she wishes she hadn't hurried.
All her helpless babies in cracked clay!
If it doesn't rain tonight, she tells herself,
Never again shall I call April May.
The Death Bed
All the time they were praying
He watched the shadow of a tree
Flicker on the wall.
There is no need of prayer,
He said,
No need at all.
The kin-folk thought it strange
That he should ask them from a dying bed.
But they left all in a row
And it seemed to ease him
To see them go.
There were some who kept on praying
In a room across the hall
And some who listened to the breeze
That made the shadows waver
On the wall.
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