An
Appointment with the Dentist
the
moment you finished removing my tooth
i
could see only orange the
pain ravished my body
it
was just a little tooth removal nothing
to it
happens
everyday many
times a day but
not to my teeth
stop i
scream sink
back into my chair
the
weight of your actions crush me it
was like a brush with death
i
scribble on a page in
my diary i
vent my rage
you
hand me a mirror the
pain of it all is reflected back to me
April
12, 2015
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Damage
we never know what
damage we do or if we do we give it no further thought
we say oh well it
happened it really wasn't my fault someone else caused
all the trouble it is hard to accept responsibility admit we were wrong
declare
regret perhaps we never intended to create the damage
much better
to pretend it never
happened that trash on the ground is not mine
someone else should
pick it up damage is simply the
residue of our actions
we are being asked to wake up to take care of the
earth
as if it was the only one we have
April 12, 2015
5 comments:
Your writing is so lovely, I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before. Refreshing, and different!
I think I was very fortunate when my tooth came out. I could feel it, but it didnt hurt very much. Poor you. Very vivid, seeing orange, the pain of it all, then seeing your pain reflected back to you in the mirror. I really felt this one. And in the second, the most powerful lines: "we are being asked to wake up to take care of the earth as if it was the only one we have" Wonderful.
Once more your poems are perfect companions...hoe easy it is to not look in the mirror or around us and to bypass the truth...strange how we are forced to see pain when it is a feeling...and ouch...hope your tooth is better ;)
The older I get, the more I dislike going to the dentist. Things seem to be falling apart--as reflected so well in your poem!
my tooth going yellow and I am very tense about it,please advice something me doctor.kindly provide the contact number...
Thanks
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