Laurie Michelle Summer’s most recent poem to appear here was At Forty-One (February 2011).
When Your Husband Is Diagnosed With Cancer
By Laurie Michelle Summer
Is it unseemly
To craft poetry
From tragedy?
A spray of fresh new thought springs forth, unexpectedly.
As if opening a drawer one thought for so long empty and finding
A live heart
Raw and red
Set against the flowered paper lining
Waiting to be held, caressed
Its pulse beating against your palms
And even though you know in your own chambers
The chambers of the body and the soul
Chambers that pump with blood and wisdom,
History
That this is awful
More fearful than any incident captioned in the newspapers
More horrific than natural disasters
Cresting and crashing within television’s surreal window to the world
Still
It is yours
Which is why it is awful
But it is also why
You must hold it in the warmth of cupped hands
Until the drum does pound no more
Until
There is nothing
Left to say
Both of you
Must speak
Your only piece.
Oh, Laurie, as you so aptly demonstrate, it is impossible not to craft (amazing) poetry from tragedy. Thank you for yours.
yes, we often craft poetry from tragedy. that’s life.
Heartfelt.