Nursing Myself
Took I-75 South then North. This,
I call my nature walk. Clouds threatened
rain. The trees: like so much broccoli
against a gray colander, steaming
in the humid June Sunday. I come home
to myself more and more every day now–
I nurse myself with linen bandages,
cotton squares: folded-down half moons,
antibiotics and cigarettes. Their itch
soothes my skin
more and more
every day now, too.
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This image of the trees steaming like broccoli, (maybe even like a person steaming in bandages?) Fantastic.
This particularly stuck out to me too Shaun. A very nice description indeed!
Thank you!
Thanks, Arwen! I like that connection–youre so right, bandages and humidity are not good friends!
Yes, I agree with Arwen about the broccoli trees steaming!
Thank you, Chelsie! It definitely looks like broccoli season to me
I come home
to myself more and more every day now– Lord yes!
Love the poem, heal well!
Thank you, Sylvia! It’s definitely a lesson I’ve been learning.
Agree with others about your images. Well done. Heal well.
Thanks, Linda. I have some chronic problems that occasionally flash up and it’s nice to write about them occasionally.
Shaun
you write powerful
Thanks, Jim. I get inspired in June and save it up for lexpomo
The captured moments of self healing. Love this one.
Thanks, Sam. I am in my self-help era! :p
Poem is great and I love these lines from the comments: “Bandages and humidity are not good friends” and
“Looks like broccoli season to me”
Thank you! 🥦🥦