Thursday, 28 February 2013
Even Pain Takes a Rest
By Arlene Corwin
Nothing is a constant –
Even pain takes a rest.
Something to consider
When you’ve pain in chest,
The back, the breast.
Spasmed cramp or fever,
Nothing lasts forever.
When sleep is broken
And you’re woken up at five,
Think, “Well I’m squirming, but alive!”
Even if you wake at four
With awful aches you can’t ignore,
Everything relaxes in the end.
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Great poetry Arlene. Indeed, pain, like everything, ebbs and flows. This piece reminds me of Robert Frost's style. Very nice.
Posted by: Dan Vitale | Thursday, 28 February 2013 at 01:41 PM
Thank you so much Dan. I must look up Frost (haven't read him since high school with that great line "good fences make good neighbors") to see if we think alike.
I have a funny story about him. Perhaps you know it already. He was lecturing a woman's club and, as you know he was a celebrity in his time. They were overflowing in their praise, and they asked their idol, "Oh, Mr Frost, what are you thinking about when you write your wonderful poetry?" He looked at them dryly, and in his New England voice answered, "Meter ma'am, meter.
I love it!
Posted by: arlene corwin | Friday, 01 March 2013 at 07:57 AM