Week 14 – Poem 7 by Ken Arnold

Poem 7 by Ken Arnold

They arrive, the chemo tears,

yours and mine,

summer rain in Autumn,

 

can’t stop them, don’t want them,

but oh for the release,

remembrance of those

 

days when tears meant

something, not this chemical

discharge, this effluent

 

waste, but when we were

ourselves, our bodies

overwhelmed by joy, by love,

 

what flew through us

hot sun and ocean,

another’s lovely body.

 

The tears recall us.

Let memory cleanse

the face of our return.

 

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Week 12 Poem 6 by Ken Arnold

Poem 6 by Ken Arnold

 

Gobsmacked by peacocks,

like a western sunset,

the flourishing of what’s

 

hidden. Who knew

those colors were there,

that the essence of everything

 

is fashion, the splendor

of feathers and purple

skin, diaphany

 

of the spheres: you

can hear her polyphonic

hues, and diaphonous

 

regard: she looks through

you and everything

you’ve carried, none of which

 

you need. Stop here,

as she has stopped, as time

has stopped, effusively.

 

Ken Arnold

Because It’s Love, my new book of love poems, is now available from

Finishing Line Press: https://finishinglinepress.com/product_info.php?cPath=4&products_id=1856

read a new poem every Monday at www.kenarnoldwriter.com

and the long poem in progress, Chemo Brain, at http://kenarnoldwriter.wordpress.com/

Week 9 – Poem 5 by Ken Arnold

Poem 5 by Ken Arnold

Update:  Ken is still recovering in a nursing home from MRSA virus.  Here’s his latest email and poem.  Thank you Ken.  We are all sending love your way.

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Kimberli,  For some reason I’m writing poems in this institution. Poem #5 is below. I find out tomorrow if I can leave here soon and resume chemo. It’s funny to want chemo, but it would be better than being cooped up here. I hope you’re ok after your emergency fluids.

This poem was occasioned by how wonderful your eyes were in some recent photos. I hope you like it.

Sending you much love,

Ken

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You have to love her eyes,

big gasping beauties

that can haunt you

 

over time, opened by

some ancient song of cele-

bration, as deep

 

as fairy tales,

easing out of the inner

dark the light. The light!

 

That’s what’s in her,

light. You can find her

in the dark, attenuated

 

as a long-gone memory,

gowned in white,

reverted to myth,

 

now pinned still

in the camera’s eye.

You’re almost afraid to look,

 

for she will see you

and see you and you will

fall into her story,

 

but your heart wants

to be her eyes,

to be seen, to see what she sees.

 

Because It’s Love is now available from Finishing Line Press:

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“When late-life love and illness pounce and collide, they create a zone of tenderness, urgency, and fearless truthfulness. The work in Ken Arnold’s Because It’s Love is almost unbearably courageous, intense, and moving.”–Rachel Hadas, poet and author of The Golden Road, Ache of Appetite, and numerous other books of poetry and prose

 

read a new poem every Monday at

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