HELLO CANCER


LET’S DANCE!

Did you see sunset burn
throughout the sky,
a crimson crucifix
to portend my descent?
Think not.

Did you phrophecy
as your eyesight grew dim,
Should Odin awaken?
and heed your call?

Did you fantasize a charm
to neuter the savage beast
while you stood chained at the feasting hour in man-made frocks?

What? That bear and wolf
would lay at your bound feet
their teeth and claws?

Did your faith waiver, yet fail
¹as your heartbeat froze
begging faint dawn to execute
it’s icy thaw?

Did you spit your prayers
to four cornered winds,
to keep your faith fulfilled
whispered downward hallelujahs ?

And what of the Thunder God?
Did you bring gifts enough
to move his hand o’er his fleet
calming seas, bloodied seas
that you might retreat?

Oh precious.faithful servant, come!
God’s are moved, your battle’s won!
Tears of Love now wash you clean!
no battles here left chance
Let’s pray the tumors gone!

Dennis on Dextramethasone @dlmchale

Soooooo:
– let’s dance!
Put on your red shoes
and dance the blues.
lets dance!

CRY OUT TO THE HEAVENS



by D.L.McHale, Sept., 2021

i.

Two sparrows
beneath the hand
of fate –
does the omniscient eye
behold need
or does it blink
and look away?

ii.

Life offers choices…
to accept the solace of belief
in a benevolence
that oversees;
or to know the loneliness
of your singularity
in a vast universe.

iii.

A guiding hand
that shelters,
that traces a path to follow
is security;
yet the soul is strong
who charts his own course
through infinity.

iv.

Cry out to the heavens
and listen long
for an answer
that does not come…

except in the heart
of the believer

EMBRACING CRITIQUE by D.L. McHale


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One of my closest friends confessed to me today that she was strongly contemplating giving up her blog because one of her readers keeps disparaging every written entry as “amateurish” and “meaningless.”  I told her she should be thankful that she had at least one devoted fan who felt so compelled by her writing that he simply had to take the time to respond to everything she writes. You can’t buy that kind of loyalty.

Sometimes you just have to shout into the void to know you still have a voice, and that the echo that ricochets back is someone else’s acknowledgment that you’re not alone.