it really wasn't euphoria
just the sudden and complete absence
of pain
the ability to do simple things again
to lie behind hospital glass
and listen to the rain
to sit and stand and walk
like every ordinary man
well
almost
with the flick of a
hypodermic switch
His glory was revealed
in a host
of everyday things
tea and biscuits
for Jesus
down from the cross
and I wondered
for Heaven to be found
must it first be
lost?
Author notes
Recently had morphine on account of (yet another) broken bone.
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hey W
this had a Zen Koan feel to it. i've never read a zen koan before but i imagine if i ever did it'd be something like this. the first line about not euphoria but the absecense of pain reminds me of when i snorted heroin when i sixteen, i'm not trying to brag here. and i wondered/for heaven to be found must if first be/lost, is a real mind bender, i can't quite get my arms around it. thank you Grasshopper (david carridine kung fu reference)
dave
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Ha So-oooo!
Master, if I walk and do not tear the rice paper, shall I kick the shit out of all who cross me? My arm hurts so I'm going to copy and paste my explanation but I plead drug-induced disorientation in my defence.
Morphine is an amazing drug, no wonder it's so dangerous. I think what I wanted to get across that if suffering is Hell then release from it is Heaven - and maybe without Hell there can be no Heaven. I constantly lament my own inability to count my blessings each day. We're just not programmed to do that it seems. Thanks again for reading and for the comment . >W<
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hey wind,your structuring adds such power to your words, you don`t over elaborate so nothing is repeated..the ending makes the poem..its left open for the reader to interpret it..for me Heaven is inner peace,this can be found by losing everything you have including fear and worry although the opposite usually happens to people who have lost everything...thats my thoughts on this very enjoyable read...i hope you feel better Wind
btw...morphine is brilliant
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Out of it
Hey R. I was trying to suggest that delivery from pain (which Deathe must ultimately be) may be our redemption (I was out of it on morphine at the time, what can I tell you!) Thanks for the comment. >W<
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Very Good
I've never had morphine so your poem really gave me insight on how it must feel to be under its spell. I especially like the part about you wonder if Heaven must be lost in order to be found. That is deep.
Birdie
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Thanks
Hi Birdie and thanks for the comment. I'm still a bit sore from an accident so forgive me if I copy a reply I made already here.
Morphine is an amazing drug, no wonder it's so dangerous. I think what I wanted to get across that if suffering is Hell then release from it is Heaven - and maybe without Hell there can be no Heaven. I constantly lament my own inability to count my blessings each day. We're just not programmed to do that it seems. Thanks again for reading and for the comment . >W<
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Wow. I really like this poem. First of all, the title was immediately appealing for me. I love how in the first line you already make a point. Pointing out that this wasn't going to be just a poem about morphine, but possibly the misconception of such. I absolutely loved the line "His glory was revealed in a host of everyday things". The entire reason I had to leave this comment was the ending of the poem. "For heaven to be found must it first be lost?" I can understand how this could be a religious implication, as could the entire poem fall under that, but the structure of the stanza is what I love. The fact that lost? is in it's own line, brings that momentary bout of anticipation that left me completely satisfied with the poem. Very clever. This was a good read.
-Kitten
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Programmed?
Hey Skyview. Thanks for the very enthusiastic review here. Morphine is an amazing drug, no wonder it's so dangerous. I think what I wanted to get across that if suffering is Hell then release from it is Heaven - and maybe without Hell there can be no Heaven. I constantly lament my own inability to count my blessings each day. We're just not programmed to do that it seems. Thanks again for reading and for the comment . >W<
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Great
i loved the sarcasm, the original similies. the end was a little cliche, but overall, a good read
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No sarcasm intended
Hey Ryan. Sorry to be a dweeb but there's no sarcasm intended here, I'm being quite sincere about my newfound fascination with the ordinary. As for the clichee, I reckon it has to be read in the context of the lines about Jesus and tea and biscuits to (perhaps) make it not so. I do appreciate your reading and the honest feedback though. My Best to you. >W<
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