Stella Blue

My life with metastatic breast cancer.

Poetry

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A good book of poems and a quiet yet brief moment with River was my inspiration for today. Some of you know I love to write poetry, although I am no Emily Dickinson. I have rarely shared my poems with others so please, be kind.

RIVER AT THE LAKE

She smells of earthworms
caught, lured out of their safety
by sweet, damp Spring.

She leans against my side
for warmth, gently.
A comforting, stalwart presence.

Here we could stay
forever, but for life —
and the loons
and fish that leap, oh!

So with a startling harrumph
she leaves me,
because the lake is alive
with possibility.

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3 thoughts on “Poetry

  1. I love it!

  2. Wonderful job Cheri, I remember when we laid on the bed and you read some of your poems to me, gosh that seems a world ago! You still got it kid! Keep on writing, it is very refreshing, love Mom

  3. Cheri, You are an amazing writer. This was a nice mother’s day treat. As a fellow-writer myself, I truly enjoyed reading this and would love to hear more of your work. I was reading your mom’s comment above and it brings back memories of reading my own works to my mom years ago. I have not kept up with my own passion as steadfastly as I should lately, but you inspire me to stop slacking. Hope you are having a lovely day today with that beautiful boy of yours…

    P.S. Thanks for the email. I will be writing to you soon, when I have a bit more time.

    Take care,
    Marissa

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