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Gratitude for Being – A Poem

November is a month of Thanksgiving. This is a post in response to Stevie Turner’s Share Your Story – November.

 

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When I taught second grade twenty-five years ago, there was a boy with purple lips in my class. Hector’s mother told me he had a hole in his heart, a ventricular septal defect (VSD) which is the most common heart birth defect. The ventricular septum is the wall that separates the left and right lower chambers of the heart. If there is a hole in the wall between the two ventricles, it is a ventricular septal defect (VSD).

Hector’s mom didn’t expect him to live for a long time and had never made him study hard. He was a happy boy, ran as fast as any boys and girls on the playground and took part in all the learning activities. I treated him with no difference than any other students.

Years later, I met his mom in a restaurant and learned that Hector was in high school. It made me feel good to hear he continued to live with a heart defect.

The inspiration for having Hector in my class was that it is a miracle to be born with the intact features of the body.

Gratitude for Being

From ashes and dust of the earth,

        beautifully and wonderfully

        we are made.

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Colleen’s Poetry Challenge – Afraid & Grave

The prompt words for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge this week are Afraid and Grave – #SynonymsOnly.

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Eleven years ago this time, a drastic decision was made that changed my life. I was diagnosed with melanoma cancer in the female organ. The doctors proposed a treatment plan using a combination of five aggressive drugs. My daughter and I read the descriptions and the side effects of the drugs, I commented, “The drugs may kill me before killing the cancer.”

It was a tough decision to make and I had to make it fast. The caner went from stage II to stage IV in three months. Without the treatment, I would have died sooner. With the treatment, there was a chance to live. I wanted to live for a while longer to enjoy the reunion with my daughter after five years of isolation, seeing her only once during those years. I accepted the six months of harsh chemotherapy, three surgeries and one month of radiation. I’m grateful to be alive.

Not fear of dying

Soft yearning to stay alive

For the family

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Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 107, “Haunt & Spell”, #SynonymsOnly

Colleen gives us another treat this week with the fabulous poems. The poet of the week Merril Smith has a powerful poem and message to share!

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Welcome to the Tanka Tuesday Poetry Recap featuring the work of poets from around the globe. If you would like to participate in this challenge, you can learn the rules on the menu item called Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Guidelines.

PLEASE NOTE: Don’t forget to count your syllables. Use this site: howmanysyllables.com. Click on the workshop tab. Then, copy and paste your poem into the box, and click “count syllables” at the bottom.

Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown an impassioned creativity through words or form. Poetry is all about perception, so don’t be shocked if you don’t feel the same way about a poem that I do. ❤

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You’ve all made it so difficult for me to choose a special poem again this week. I’ve starred some poems that grabbed my…

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Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

The prompt words for Colleen’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka Poetry Challenge are Ghost and Hollow. Synonyms Only.

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Mr. Taniguchi hooked one end of the rope to his waist belt, attached the other to the entrance post of Aokigahara Forest located along the foot of Mount Fuji. He released the rolling rope as he proceeded, passing the sign of “No Entry.”

He saw many strings but found them ended in bushes. Hours into the patrol, he discovered a pair of weathered shoes. Brushing the leaves aside, a skeleton was revealed.

He took photos, got out several signs and nailed them on the trees. They read, “Don’t Commit Suicide. Your Life Is Precious.” He traced his way back.

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Colleen’s Weekly Tanks Tuesday Poetry Challenge “Ghost” & “Hollow” – #SynonymsOnly

Colleen’s Poetry Challenge – Fall & Try

The prompt for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge is Fall & Try, #SynonymsOnly.

The fall season is a delightful time to be in Portland, Oregon. The leaves are changing colors. Some trees are changing gradually. some changed completely. I’m glad my camera is always with me to capture these moments.

 

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Summer wants to stay

Its admirable effort

Gives way to autumn

Performs the gorgeous show of

Yellow, ruby, brown, and gold

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The Sun Welcomes Me – A Poem

The theme for Lens-Artists Challenge #12 is Path. This reminds me of some poems I have written about the path I have traveled.

We may have decided on a destination or direction to go, but we don’t get to choose the path to get there. It is true in my journey. It was through pain and suffering, travel high and low, to come to where I am at this point in my life. If a time machine could take me back and give me a chance to choose a path, I wouldn’t have chosen a different path. I believe there is a reason for every season.

This poem was written in reflection to my diagnosis of stage IV Melanoma cancer in 2008. I went through six months of harsh chemotherapy treatment, three surgeries, and two months of radiation therapy. After the treatments, it took two years of physical therapy and ongoing exercise to recuperate. My left leg still suffers lymph-edema (swelling) and requires daily exercise and wearing the compression stocking.

But, I’m happy! My physical condition motivates me to go to the gym with my husband and go walking either with or without him!

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