Apt and difficult prompt
Lymphoma Meditation-1 ©2019 Michael Dickel“…the ailing body points to culture, pain points to philosophy, language points to consciousness, and all point to what is still to be learned about our fragility, our mortality, and how to live a meaningful life.” Ann Jurecic, Illness as Narrative (Composition, Literacy, and Culture), p. 131
Unnameable
Large B-cell lymphoma with T cell-rich…
Damn, how do I slip that mouthful in.
To my life. My thought. This poem?
The tumor breached my spine, pressed
its attack onto nerves. A tactic to cut
communication channels. Painful alarum.
Yet here we arrive. The first day of Spring—
Shushan Purim. We walk in Jerusalem’s
Botanical Garden. The first chemical attack
on the tumor, the lymphoma, my body—
this day—dispensation given to fight back
against this pogrom in my very bones.
The red anemones, pink cyclamen,
something purple I cannot name,
shine with indifference to the wars
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The Wombwell Rainbow 
ok
..the apology..
we are urged to change our lives
and maybe just maybe it is about
time
for we have had it easy a while
i am refering to myself only
for speaking broadly find
i may upset some
am late here after writing
a tome of explaination
apology for verse
not aimed at anyone
just a pattern of words
and sounds
my life is simplified
with the new living
suggestions
spoken for our health &
safety overall
people have come kind
& supportive all round
mainly
while few remain
in anger
i just feel j resigned to what
comes as i have before though
scared for my family & those
around me
i say this to you who
have been to war
who rides your bike
down dangerous hills
who cares for kittens