I must be away soon
It can`t be long
The old heart
Now going like the clappers
Now missing the odd beat
Blood trickle
quickening
Slowing
Waiting
Congregating
Cementating
Into
that
solid
Fatal
Final
Shot
Plumb
At the core
-The crux-
Of the whole - the entire - caboodle
:
:
:
Then The Big Blot
Thanks all,
It`s not literal (I `ope!) It is just the old Atrial fibrillation. (when a pensioner meets another these days the first comment is `Hows you atrial coming along?).
It`s like Obesity and Dementia - if you haven`t got either
you feel a bit `left out`.
(At least it gives you something to occupy your mind) :)
Thanks again for the comments.
A brave poem Harry and it feels like a sort of resignation
if this is literal. It almost seems to pour out like a stream in the way you have presented it.
Disconcerting and again: great last line.
"The big blot" indeed does have the feel of Raymond Chandler - "cementing" gulp! Tommy
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M.C. Newberry
Wed 7th Oct 2015 16:59
Atrial fibrillation - it's a bit like going to "War-farin" for those
in the know. I had the surprise diagnosis after a crashing
bike fall on to my hip (another story!) but was told the
heart had returned to normal synus rhythm soon after.
But that "shocking" cause was enough to obtain an
ongoing anti-coag. medication from a profession that will
always cover itself against "could have done more" and
now the daily drug dose is a medically induced habit that
seems impossible to break. But life goes on, doesn't it?
And my consolation is the reduction in chances of getting
a stroke, so should I worry when they think an exercise bike should be encouraged for my mobility? Nah!