Medicine · The Arts in Medicine

An Ode to Breathing

An Ode to Breathing

As I glance outside,

With no effort –

I see the frozen trees breathing.

Them green ferns sway

a kaleidoscope just a-beaming.

Moving to-and-fro;

I find my conscious over-leaning.

I see below

just to my left.

An image, yet so ever seeming.

At once I sense

A breath

It blows

It’s left without much meaning.

Except to those

who hold on for a feeling.

A feeling right,

a shrug with great might.

Let’s leave with no shame tonight.

~ The Pink Lady

Medicine · The Arts in Medicine

Days and Life Beyond

A day well spent
is a day without maleficence.

Certain am I,
of this usual decry.

Yet where lies the in between?
What day with the perfect mean?

Spent high, spent low
with spent smile and furrow.

Rising high,
then crashing down.

The tidal wave
it all surrounds

surrounds me all
surrounds me best

then coughs me up
just to the West

just on the edge,
nearing rest.

Sunshine bright.
We crawl and climb

we push, we pull,
we churn below.

And holding tight,
within the light –

We ebb, we flow
we meet the ground below.

An end too soon
An end so late

An end we each reciprocate.

A lifetime spent
with such usual days

A deathbed brings
a most peaceful lay.

~ The Pink Lady