multiple myeloma poem – Susie Hemingway

We Pretend ? – by Susie Hemingway.

By Susie

On August 16, 2010

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

Do we pretend dear one?

As judgements are made and disclosed

In fretful haze we nuzzle closer

To mirror the fears that we know.

Do we pretend dear one?

As smiles and platitudes wither my heart

Perhaps we do, as we dream anew

Of positive days that will last.

We laugh as we follow regimes

But Iâ€™m frightened of this new terrain

Praying, dreaming and hoping

That this time there will be some gain.

Still in the consuming darkness

When sleep will just not come

I hear you fretful in slumber

Are we pretending dear one?

As in the yellowing dawn light

As my heart pushes down the pain

I think of all the others fighting a similar game,

I think of how far weâ€™ve all come

Such bravery that cuts through this bane

To push down this â€˜Wicked Beastâ€™,

And make positive steps to gain.

No! I donâ€™t think weâ€™re pretending

Not in the very least

Iâ€™m proud of my warrior

Who struggles through with steely belief ,

Proud of my friends who daily defend

Giving him cause to go on

And yes of course I know we can make it,

Weâ€™ve really no need to pretend,

Weâ€™ve really no need to pretend…

Picture: Arab Warrior Leading A Charge by Adolf Schreyer

Shades Of Purple – A Jewel Perhaps.

By Susie

On March 25, 2010

In Love poems, Multiple myeloma, Poetry, Uncategorized

Are you a jewel?

Priceless exquisite, cut of flawless clarity.

A glittering seven carat white diamond perhaps?

A gleaming diadem of chosen stones or a

desirable vibrant emerald, of richly sparkling hues.

No!

For you are shades of purple…

Purple like the dark rings that surround your eyes,

Purple like the feeling of these past weeks,

Purple coloured days that were draining, not pink.

Purple coloured nights that stretched forever,

as purple as the scarf I wore today, for I was sad.

Definitely purple but no amethyst are you

a solitaire yes, a single flawless gem.

A most valuable priceless jewel and extremely rare.

A Jewel to fight as you do,

Yes! A Purple Diamond, thatâ€™s youâ€¦.

Written with love by Susie Hemingway for all those who love.

â€œShades of Purple â€“ A Jewel Perhapsâ€ is now to be published by United Press in their new book â€œReflectionsâ€

To Fight Again-Thoughts by Susie Hemingway

By Susie

On February 26, 2010

In Health Issues, Love poems, Multiple myeloma, Poetry, Uncategorized

Late winter months as news imparts

the gravity of this new start

dear God as we begin this fight

in restless days and feverish nights,

as poison flows through damaged veins

please not let this be in vainâ€¦

Smaller smiles through struggling days

of waiting for the nausea waves,

understanding strange regimes

jab jab as harsh it always seems,

as draw for tests to go ahead

when all he wants is his fresh clean bed.

Perpetual hours that make me sigh

impatience that since child has always been

and now this purgatory of hopeful scene,

as tedious the walks I make

through lengthy corridors and doors of pain,

please Lord! let there be a gain.

How good the compassionate nurses who

bring solace to my broken warrior,

a smile or a tender word all make a difference,

I notice a gentle hand on his shoulder,

in their relentless comforting care.

I also notice many sitting there,

with their dreams of better daysâ€¦

My mind whirls as the precious cylindrical vial arrives with pomp and ceremony,

to scientists far away who have tried to bring

with knowledge gained, further days.

It is received with hope and joy

but will it work to overcome?

for this Man who waits expectantly with those oh! so trusting eyes.

All Is Love – For Valentines Day

By Susie

On February 3, 2010

In Love poems

Love is a perfect note; love is a certain smile, or a gentle touch.

It is the dripping juiciness of ripe mangos on a parched tongue

or the smoothness of rippling silk as it touches your skin,

or perhaps the sweetest strawberry dipped in liquid chocolate?

Love could be the aroma of double espresso just before it reaches your lips,

or is it the woody smell of a newly lit fire?

All is loveâ€¦

Love is also the stormy greys of long worried nights,

love is restless broken sleep that drains energy from your soul

love is eyes heavy from sadness,

But love is also the ashen face that looks at you when days are bad and you are brave.

Love is you, starting the fight once more as realisation arrives in your eyes.

Love is also the beautiful eyes of family members whose tender glances record their own story.

Love is the strong arms that support and guide your way.

Love is the dearest child who stokes your hair with such beautiful little hands.

Love is our private moments that make difficult days better,

love is that look across the room that says it all.

Love is all these thingsâ€¦

And all these things are love,

and you.

Photo courtesy: Janey Johnson Photos

"Calm Are The Seas"

By Susie

On August 27, 2009

In Health Issues, My Family, Poetry, Travel, Uncategorized

Â

Calm are the seas we travel now,
the sail is down
how tranquil is the ocean,
we drift past the deserted islands
with their scattered palms and
fallen coconuts,
we lay on the deck, with bronzed
skin and salty mouths
calm are our seas,
the soft magnolia smell of warm breezes
whispers through our hair
all is blue, placid and serene,
I am here with you, for once
essential as the mainstay
Calm are our Seas…

Photo: Personal Oil Painting – somewhere special in Oman.

Praise Indeed!

By Susie

On August 13, 2009

In Books, Health Issues, Multiple myeloma, Poetry

Excerpt from United Press London:
Your poem ” Life Is Fragile – Love Is Not” has been recognized as one of the best poems this year and to mark this fact we wish to publish it to a new book called “Whispers On A Breeze a showcase of the best work of a group of Poets. This book will be ready for publishing soon can be ordered at all good bookshops.

You may read “Life Is Fragile- Love Is Not” here.

Tag: multiple myeloma poem

We Pretend ? – by Susie Hemingway.

Do we pretend dear one?

As judgements are made and disclosed

In fretful haze we nuzzle closer

To mirror the fears that we know.

Do we pretend dear one?

As smiles and platitudes wither my heart

Perhaps we do, as we dream anew

Of positive days that will last.

We laugh as we follow regimes

But Iâ€™m frightened of this new terrain

Praying, dreaming and hoping

That this time there will be some gain.

Still in the consuming darkness

When sleep will just not come

I hear you fretful in slumber

Are we pretending dear one?

As in the yellowing dawn light

As my heart pushes down the pain

I think of all the others fighting a similar game,

I think of how far weâ€™ve all come

Such bravery that cuts through this bane

To push down this â€˜Wicked Beastâ€™,

And make positive steps to gain.

No! I donâ€™t think weâ€™re pretending

Not in the very least

Iâ€™m proud of my warrior

Who struggles through with steely belief ,

Proud of my friends who daily defend

Giving him cause to go on

And yes of course I know we can make it,

Weâ€™ve really no need to pretend,

Weâ€™ve really no need to pretend…

Picture: Arab Warrior Leading A Charge by Adolf Schreyer

Shades Of Purple – A Jewel Perhaps.

Are you a jewel?

Priceless exquisite, cut of flawless clarity.

A glittering seven carat white diamond perhaps?

A gleaming diadem of chosen stones or a

desirable vibrant emerald, of richly sparkling hues.

No!

For you are shades of purple…

Purple like the dark rings that surround your eyes,

Purple like the feeling of these past weeks,

Purple coloured days that were draining, not pink.

Purple coloured nights that stretched forever,

as purple as the scarf I wore today, for I was sad.

Definitely purple but no amethyst are you

a solitaire yes, a single flawless gem.

A most valuable priceless jewel and extremely rare.

A Jewel to fight as you do,

Yes! A Purple Diamond, thatâ€™s youâ€¦.

To Fight Again-Thoughts by Susie Hemingway

Late winter months as news imparts

the gravity of this new start

dear God as we begin this fight

in restless days and feverish nights,

as poison flows through damaged veins

please not let this be in vainâ€¦

Smaller smiles through struggling days

of waiting for the nausea waves,

understanding strange regimes

jab jab as harsh it always seems,

as draw for tests to go ahead

when all he wants is his fresh clean bed.

Perpetual hours that make me sigh

impatience that since child has always been

and now this purgatory of hopeful scene,

as tedious the walks I make

through lengthy corridors and doors of pain,

please Lord! let there be a gain.

How good the compassionate nurses who

bring solace to my broken warrior,

a smile or a tender word all make a difference,

I notice a gentle hand on his shoulder,

in their relentless comforting care.

I also notice many sitting there,

with their dreams of better daysâ€¦

My mind whirls as the precious cylindrical vial arrives with pomp and ceremony,