AKUA
YOUR WORDS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND SAY WHAT SO MANY OF US FEEL. I AM HAVING TROUBLE TYPING BECAUSE I AM STILL WEEPING IN SADNESS FOR ALL OF US AND HOPE AGAINST HOPE THAT THERE IS SOME SORT OF A CURE FOR SOME OR MAYBE ALL OF US. HOPE AND FAITH IS WHAT GETS US THROUGH EACH DAY. THANKS AGAIN FOR YOUR WORDS. PLEASE GIVE US MORE. BLESSINGS ON YOU. PATTI - WISCONSIN From: Akua [mailto:a...@artfarm.com] Sent: Saturday, May 02, 2009 1:34 PM To: tmic-list@eskimo.com Subject: RE: [TMIC] New Month, New Efforts Thank you to those who asked. Here are two of my TM-related poems from April 2009. Prompt: Object Wheelchair Confined to? No it does not imprison me, some raw deal dealt this blow requiring help for every little here to there moving through any space Brilliant contraption: wheels 4 wheels on chair to get you somewhere arms as pistons hands push against round smooth handrails pull to spin around, go backwards turn on a dime arm rests grey tires and if you dare to look: purple legs All fitted for me, the young man who measured was energetic, kind, knowing more, how a tool that fits makes hell easier to climb out of back height, seat wider for my hips, cushion to foot rests, match knee bend past seat and foreleg length, mobile throne, horseless chariot, roll me roll me roll me home transfuse your capability to convey and wing me, (groundbound by arrow of outrageous fortune yet spirit flutters, flaps and sometimes, soars) free Akua Lezli Hope prompt: Routine Routine Paraplegic poet meditates on T.R. I sleep to wake and take my waking slow I fear my fate in what is no longer there I get nowhere that I used to go We think we know what we don't know I pray daily to be cured, I cry to rise from here I sleep to wake and take my waking slow Many have abandoned me, both friend and foe God grant me strength! I yearn for just one listening ear to take me somewhere that I used to go Cruel April stalls spring, we've lost the status quo Climate change costs lives, increases costs for care I sleep to wake and take my waking slow Reason eludes: why did life undo me so? One day, it might be you, run now in open air explore while you may, go far while you can go Frayed nerves tremble me unsteady, I plead to know what lesson in legs' loss, I can't climb the stairs I sleep to wake and take my waking slow I can go nowhere that I want to go. Akua Lezli Hope --
