Poem -

Surgery

Surgery

Three angels flicker in the morning light-
their breath aflutter, hands ready, 

a formation of empathetic alleviation.
The delicate skins of suffering
I wear as a medical robe, fall with
pride into the easing strength of 
a Buddha's compassion. 

The soft rays of modern knowledge
calm numb limbs, with glass tears
threatening to roll into the
masterpiece; a kind song ablaze
in a stripped room, of peace
in waiting, for peace
I have waited. 

 

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Tony Taylor

This reads like a strange hallucination found at the peak of surgery where morphine and human imagination carry the mind into the outer realms of out-of-body experiences and the temptations of the Anunnaki Gods!!......ALL STARS!!.... fascinating stuff!!........T xo  : )

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thank you Tony! This poem was formulated after my surgery today, so you've picked up on the 'vibe' well. Beautiful words from you, thank you thank you ❤❤❤

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Elizzie R

Wow I love this, makes for such an emotional read 

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​​​​​​Thank you lovely ❤

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