Mums and Vanilla Beans

IV wires commune with veins, keep you stable,
change all plans.
The nurse takes blood while I pace.
The color fades from your face, makes me imagine
she’s taking it all.

A picture hangs in the hall.
People stroll the McNeely Conservatory,
frozen in time, absorbing the lush of the green,
the calm water that centers the room and each being.

When we were brand new, we walked those paths,
palmed the heads of hydrangeas and mums,
smelled vanilla bean for the first time.
A second kiss, as sweet as the first,
and the whole room bloomed for us.

The monitor beeps and reality jumps
inside my skin, my thoughts.
I slip back inside the curtain,
knowing the red is not of mums.

6 comments

  1. Kerri,

    When you write, I experience it.
    You always awe me more than just a bit with the depth
    of your poetry. From the standpoint of poetry, I celebrate
    the experience of your poem. From the medical standpoint,
    it hurts the heart. I feel the pain of the speaker and the pain
    of the patient, and keep both in my prayers.

    So good to see you here.

    sarah

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  2. Hi Kerri

    I agree with Sarah, this poem is so finely written and you allow the reader to be right in the scene, feeling its beauty, pathos and intensity. The details in this are so expertly drawn and these lines simply haunt with their
    sense of reflection and poignancy —

    A picture hangs in the hall.
    People stroll the McNeely Conservatory,
    frozen in time, absorbing the lush of the green,
    the calm water that centers the room and each being.

    When we were brand new, we walked those paths,
    palmed the heads of hydrangeas and mums,
    smelled vanilla bean for the first time.
    A second kiss, as sweet as the first,
    and the whole room bloomed for us.

    I pray you and your husband are doing better and either way, I send my love and prayers. I am always so deeply moved by your poems. You have a true gift for writing.

    Thank you for sharing this,
    ((hugs))
    Wendy

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  3. Dear Kerri

    This one’s a stopper: it caught me from the start, kept me till the end, then made me go back and read it. Again. S l o w l y.

    “the whole room bloomed for us” is gorgeous…

    …as is the whole poem, really, though obviously not the circumstances that prompted it.

    Best,

    Mark.

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  4. Dear Kerri,

    Your writing in this special poem is beautiful. You bring your reader in right where you are. The descriptions are precise pulling us closer to details. Then we’re with you in the room & in spirit—filled with emotion as the mood, tone, and feeling in this is set–as we’re unsettled. I am praying for you and for your husband. Prayers have been lifted throughout the day in my viewings of passing clouds and brushing of soft winds. I am thinking of you. May well-wishes & the ease of peace surround you.

    Jan

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