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.
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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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About Dr Niamh
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.drniamhchildrensbooks.com
Heaven and hell in the same building.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Thank you, David. I will pass on your hugs!
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Thank you, David! Weird dialectics, indeed!
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Wonderful poem!!!
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Thank you for stopping by and leaving your great comment, Kay!
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Thank you so much, Kay!
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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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perhaps…some inspiration to begin and join us on the Wed Poetry Corner!
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I know what you mean… These matters are not easy to handle.
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Oh j’adore j’adore
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Merci, Imen, tu es gentille comme toujours. xx
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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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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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Very nice!! Gets straight to the heart of a very curious dichotomy!
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Thank you, Daniel!
Yes, the light and the darkness of life…
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This poem sums up my feelings about hospitals so perfectly. Thanks for sharing it with us.
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Thank you for your visit Darlene. Always appreciated.
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Thank you, Darlene, I feel very much honoured by your comment!
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I like the twist at the end. That is a great poem. 🙂
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Erik…you are a man of great taste and discernment!
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Thank you so much, ‘thiskidreviewsbooks’ — very much appreciated! 🙂
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And very much earned – You’re an awesome poet! 🙂
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Yes! She is, Erik. She is actually a Doctor of all things poetry and teaches at a university in Germany.
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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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Thank you, Jenean! Yes, these are the experiences that mark us for the rest of our lives with extreme memories.
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