Buff Whitman-Bradley — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Buff Whitman-Bradley
Friday, August 19, 2016 9:52 — 0 Comments
The cat comes back I have been told by many That an important part Of recovering from cancer Is a positive attitude. Visualize yourself cancer-free And living many more years They tell me Which I most certainly do Each time the pussycat of dread comes Stealing into my consciousness On its furtive little feet To leap up onto the table Knock over the punch bowl And ruin my party. I visualize like mad – Myself as a jaunty octogenarian Hiking in the woods with my kids and grandkids, Swapping harrowing treatment tales With other survivors, Growing older and older with […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
