My attempt to post”Surviving Cancer as an Artist”

I have a problem posting my writing in progress which I’ve begun typing  as a document on my classic macbook with microsoft word. I couldn’t  post it via media so i’ve printed the beginning out more boldly and scanned it to my mac so i could then post it. I am not au fait with word processing and somehow made spaces unwanted in the first lines which I can’t yet resolve.I am a slow typer and can’t face typing it twice, i.e. copying directly to this site.

The Geese

Their honking cry is heard
before I see them, large unwieldy
on the grass
The male regards the domain
his long neck erect eyes alert
The hen calmly devours grass
fresh from the tidal surge.
I smile to myself glad they return
despite my neighbours’ hostility
An hour slips by, both still there
Good I think, this is their home.
Then I hear a commotion, honks
flapping wings, a man is running
with a stick towards the geese
He throws a stone too, missed –
Thank God. The birds escape
onto the river, indignant, confused
by this aggression.
They will be back, I know and
they know, this is their home.
At night I hear their calls
When settling on the pontoon
safe in the darkness.

Cancer or the big “C”

When you get the big “C”

need a mastectomy –

people will gape and squirm

worse still, get another dose

lose a kidney – horrifying

some will gasp  How do you cope?

Most at first will seem to care

but really blame you for the scare

you gave them, getting it.

They need you to be managing

to be an inspirational force

so they can be oblivious

of any life-threatening illness

A valued few will help you through

and make your life more bearable.

Grief

Be careful to express your grief

at someone dying you have loved

Hold back the tears and heart felt pain

restrain your need to verbalise

the loss you feel, but must contain

your sadness at their final curtain.

Death is an embarrassment

most will avoid acknowledgement

walk away, plead another engagement.