Life in degrees is a personal poetry and occasional short story blog .
Life is seen in many different ways or degrees and with the help of poetry, stories, music and art we may view it from many perspectives.
Poetry is medication for the soul

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Tuesday, 11 September 2012

CLEAN ME !

I wrote this as I am now waiting to go back on Dialysis as my transplanted kidney is now in serious failure I have put of the inevitable for as long as I could but know the day is looming near !

CLEAN ME !!

CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !
My body screams
From the inside out 
With those damn machines 
Body screaming, shouting out, 
Organ failing that's not in doubt 
Skin itchy and lizard like. 
Body exhausted threatening to strike, 
CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !
My body screams

Yet I have a daily fill of capsuled toxins, 
Pills popping constantly,needles stinging like scorpions 
Legs shaky on any incline 
Hook me up now, like Frankenstein! 
I finally admit I'm in defeat 
CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !
While I'm still on my feet, 

 CLEAN ME, CLEAN ME !
My body screams ! 


Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Word Order

Word Order 

It's shambolic 
Spilling all over the page, 
My feelings, my anger,
Sometimes my rage, 
Words scrambled,
Fighting for a place 
Letters needing sorting,
Put in the right case,
A beat needs established
So it gently flows, 
What to go with ?
A rhyme?
Some prose ?
Once completed, 
Its sounds good 
Kinda of neat, 
But as I go to bed 
My thoughts are 
Was it worth it, 
Will it ever be read ?



Monday, 3 September 2012

Memories

Memories 
Summer Night 1913 Albert Bloch

Memories slowly form, 
 Nostalgia creeps in like a dusky dawn 
Times long past 
Moments that are deemed to last, 
Of people and places,
Lovers faces, 
 Rivals spats, 
Segments of drunken chats, 
All brought to the fore 
A peek inside that memory door, 
That makes you and me 
Now,
What you see, 
It's the good and bad
The laughs, the sad, 
That moulds and controls
Now
 What you see 
My memories make me ! 


Submitted to Magpie Tales  check out others interpretation of this fabulous painting