Last Saturday, Stanford put on a conference called "Maintaining Hope With PD" I was on a panel of patients. Next to me was Davis Phinney, former bike star. I enjoyed participating on the panel. Afterwards, a woman came up to talk to me and to ask if I would read some of my poetry at a poetry reading group that meets once/month. I've followed up. It's a retirement housing community. I'm going to read just 2 poems (which will be good practice for reading out loud --perhaps I'll get up the nerve to attend San Jose Poetry Society).
Here are the poems that I'm choosing from to read:
Rainbows Must Be Chased
Catch not my fall for I stand tall.
Call out with smiles of warmth and light.
Rope not large knots from judgment caught
to pull down scaffolds not quite right.
I will chase rainbows, colors bold.
Banish cold with dreams untold.
Seek highest peaks; avoid all beaks.
Fly, crash, it matters not I hold.
To wish is bliss; to try divine.
The right is mine to just persist.
Release the ladders, let me fall.
In mud or sky, I must insist.
I will endure, of that I'm sure
it is my journey and my cure.
Marathon
Decay's process cannot be stopped.
In dark shadows of age, watch illness burn
all signs of pink that we treasure.
We become a residue of memory.
Ravaged, by the weight of the thought
we seek a path of the heart
lit by fire that burns within,
the will to endure anything,
a power to persist.
A marathon holds a promise of pain,
a challenge built upon reason, a test
for mind and body; a sacrifice
a vow of suffering in the name of hope.
A marriage of preparation and outcome,
of cooperation of heart with mind,
it is emergence from a cave,
the acceptance of help.
Is is a war against defeat
the making of a miracle.
Others to follow in next post.
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