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.


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

Finishing Line Press:



read a new poem every Monday at



and the long poem in progress, Chemo Brain, at



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