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The Wednesday Poetry Corner With Aprilia Zank

This is an unusual Wednesday Corner, as I am choosing to post a poem by a wonderfully talented friend of mine who writes about a subject close to many of our hearts. Aprilia Zank has written what she calls an “Ugly Poem.”  But it is far from ugly ~ shocking perhaps ~ relevant certainly! Most of us have had family members spend time in hospital, or have spent time there ourselves. We might have watched loved ones die. We might have been close to death ourselves. When we enter hospital, we enter a different world ~ one of life and death, hope and tragedy. We become startlingly close to complete strangers ~ making of them gods as we place our lives and the lives of those we love, in their hands. Aprilia describes the experience beautifully…  I have added a picture of the hospital where my life was saved when I was a child…Thank you Aprilia for your great poem.hospital

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By Aprilia Zank

this is an ugly poem
this is a wicked poem
this is a poem about corpses lined up in antiseptic bags in the basement
this is a poem about weary customers drawing numbers for refundable purgatories on the ground-floor
this is a poem about a young girl on the third floor pulling tight at the pink of her hoodie to conceal the baldness of her head
this is a poem about an old titan on the ninth floor reading instructions how to grow titan vertebrae from his Phoenix wings
this is a poem about the twelfth floor where hurrying visitors carry intricate flower bouquets for newborn cherubs
this is a poem about hell and heaven
this is a love poem

copyright Aprilia Zank 2014

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When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamh.co.uk

25 comments on “The Wednesday Poetry Corner With Aprilia Zank

  1. davidprosser
    January 29, 2014

    Heaven and hell in the same building.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

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  2. Kay Kinghammer
    January 29, 2014

    Wonderful poem!!!

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  3. scillagrace
    January 29, 2014

    Oh, man, the hospital poems that I’ve never written…maybe I’ll open that can of worms in formaldehyde some day.

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    • ontheplumtree
      January 29, 2014

      perhaps…some inspiration to begin and join us on the Wed Poetry Corner!

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    • Aprilia Zank
      January 31, 2014

      I know what you mean… These matters are not easy to handle.

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  4. Imen Benyoub
    January 29, 2014

    Oh j’adore j’adore

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  5. mapelba
    January 29, 2014

    I like this very much. It doesn’t seem ugly even if hospitals can be ugly places. They can be good places too. Heaven and hell.

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    • Aprilia Zank
      January 31, 2014

      Thank you, mapelba, you are right!
      The last lines say it all: there is hope and there is continuity, therefore there is love and there is beauty.

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  6. Daniel Vimont
    January 30, 2014

    Very nice!! Gets straight to the heart of a very curious dichotomy!

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    • Aprilia Zank
      January 31, 2014

      Thank you, Daniel!
      Yes, the light and the darkness of life…

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  7. Darlene
    January 30, 2014

    This poem sums up my feelings about hospitals so perfectly. Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  8. thiskidreviewsbooks
    January 31, 2014

    I like the twist at the end. That is a great poem. 🙂

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    • ontheplumtree
      January 31, 2014

      Erik…you are a man of great taste and discernment!

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    • Aprilia Zank
      January 31, 2014

      Thank you so much, ‘thiskidreviewsbooks’ — very much appreciated! 🙂

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      • thiskidreviewsbooks
        February 1, 2014

        And very much earned – You’re an awesome poet! 🙂

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      • ontheplumtree
        February 1, 2014

        Yes! She is, Erik. She is actually a Doctor of all things poetry and teaches at a university in Germany.

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  9. Jenean Gilstrap
    February 2, 2014

    beautiful piece, aprilia – hauntingly so – it reminds me of something i did several years ago after my son had nearly died while hospitalized – interestingly, the last line of my piece was also…this is a love poem…
    thanks so much for sharing your work!

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    • Aprilia Zank
      February 4, 2014

      Thank you, Jenean! Yes, these are the experiences that mark us for the rest of our lives with extreme memories.

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