each word dangles like a loose thread
from a well-worn sweater
until there is just a pile of rawness
David Trudel © 2014
time for another layer
evenings have become nights
walks turn into mysteries
sounds or shadows
ready to pounce
or disappear into recesses
nightviews an intervention
unroll blueprints of a thousand streets
under muffled obscurity
there are mysteries in margins
growing into something
David Trudel © 2013
I’d like to take a moment to say thank you to my readers. I have some very faithful visitors to this site and I am humbled by your interest and support. For those of you who also write I apologize for not visiting your sites as much as I should. Again, thanks for reading what I write.
Today I am having heart surgery to replace my aortic valve. For the past while I’ve been writing poems that allude to this and the stages I’ve been going through along the way. I’m sure some folks are thinking that it’s kind of odd to write poetry about a health issue but I don’t believe poetry should just be confined to themes of love and beauty. There seems to be a pervasive fear to discuss and write about our human frailties so I see this as an opportunity to explode this shibboleth through poetic self-expression.
I am blessed to be living in a country that has a public health system, where I am able to access excellent care for almost no cost. I have every confidence in the medical staff at the Royal Jubilee Hospital here in Victoria and I’ll be attempting to take notes and continue to write through my convalescence.
Thank you for all the warm wishes,
Love to all,