Thank you Akua for allowing us to read from your heart and soul. Brilliant! I read them several times, because your words say so much! I'm not in a chair and feel that you added so much insight as to how it is for you. You should be published . Oncore!
Blessings Patti - Michigan ---- Akua <[email protected]> wrote: > Thank you to those who asked. Here are two of my TM-related poems > from April 2009. > > Prompt: Object > > Wheelchair > > Confined to? No it does > not imprison me, some raw deal > dealt this blow requiring help for > every little here to there > moving through any space > Brilliant contraption: wheels > 4 wheels on chair > to get you somewhere > arms as pistons hands push > against round smooth handrails > pull to spin around, go backwards > turn on a dime arm rests > grey tires and if you dare to look: purple legs > All fitted for me, the young man > who measured was energetic, kind, > knowing more, how a tool that fits > makes hell easier to climb out of > back height, seat wider for my hips, > cushion to foot rests, match knee bend past seat > and foreleg length, mobile throne, > horseless chariot, roll me roll me roll me home > transfuse your capability to convey and wing me, > (groundbound by arrow of outrageous fortune > yet spirit flutters, flaps and sometimes, soars) free > > > Akua Lezli Hope > > > prompt: Routine > > Routine > Paraplegic poet meditates on T.R. > > I sleep to wake and take my waking slow > I fear my fate in what is no longer there > I get nowhere that I used to go > > We think we know what we don't know > I pray daily to be cured, I cry to rise from here > I sleep to wake and take my waking slow > > Many have abandoned me, both friend and foe > God grant me strength! I yearn for just one listening ear > to take me somewhere that I used to go > > Cruel April stalls spring, we've lost the status quo > Climate change costs lives, increases costs for care > I sleep to wake and take my waking slow > > Reason eludes: why did life undo me so? > One day, it might be you, run now in open air > explore while you may, go far while you can go > > Frayed nerves tremble me unsteady, I plead to know > what lesson in legs' loss, I can't climb the stairs > I sleep to wake and take my waking slow > I can go nowhere that I want to go. > > > Akua Lezli Hope > > --
