The Poets: Patient Lyrics

Dear reader,

I hope you find this a positive and cheerful piece. Please stay safe and sound, and enjoy life in every moment.

To all the good souls of Literotica who donated a lipstick print to kiss away the pain and vivify a sterile wallpaper: Thank you so much for your personal contribution!

Take care,
29wordsforsnow

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the 'don’t worry's came and left
tear-splotched handkerchiefs
gleaned by careworn digits
full of treasured emotions

Will they ever...?

the 'see you next...' brought flowers
beauty for moments that will pass
not those planted and tended
by now unemployed hands

I told them not...

ungiving hands move steadily
the clock's time hasn't come
unnerving those who wait
yet decisions are made

When every second counts,
Why count the seconds?

impatient fingers’ trick
arrange ticking’s unhappy end
kick-starting the spirit of
maternal resistance

Why are we lying?
These beds are made for dying

her well-known smile
once lightened each room
now brightens her companion
first time in a while

Sister, who said we need to stay in?
Come on, don't make me beggin'

from underneath downy overburdens
a bandaged hand comes to save
the flouncy momsel in distress
bridging the peaks of despair

Gloria, even after weeks,
are you that hale and hearty
to relocate this pajama party?
Wait, first, rouge for my cheeks

her ladies’ paintbox tools
color her pale canvas
covering life drawn lines
but stopped by elementary critique

Grace, don’t plaster that much
you would only miss
wind's sensuous touch
sunshine's warm kiss

thievish intent takes possession
of the ruby-colored magic stick
post-brawl make up, just lip service
a blood-red dash on dead-white wall

Oh, Gloria, see what you’ve done
cleaning this, won’t be fun

but with no remorse
the novel pen
moves and revives
what’s stale and pale

Grace, our provisions shrink
let’s head for the doctors’ cellar
this matt red fluid, I think
must be a bestseller

eyeing the last sustaining drops
of vivid IV pole dancers
two well-traveled arrive
at Nurseville Central Station

Please, one Zero Negative
for two Cancer Positives

restocked with life they turn to leave
but faced with warning words
tear and twinkle in mild eyes
they stop to share what’s their life’s lesson

What starts must end, yes, you’re right
but we've made plans for this young night
talk and sit in the grass unmown
for one night, forget the dark unknown

a resident provides loyal support
but, to make a long story short

This overdose
of your misgiving...
Enough of that!
Doc, start living!

walking by sick-beige, get-well walls
canvas for midnight make-up artists
in the sunset West Wing hallway
a mother asks another

Yours not fond of broccoli too?

five legged rebellion turns the corner
bowling down the shiny floor
whipped laughter screams
topped off by a rad cheery

Yeah
you betcha

[for those struggling]