Poetry Time

The Master Artist

The artist looks at the canvas spread before him

His eyes twinkle, his gaze drinking in its nudity

The simple splendor of the smooth white silk

Awaiting the touch of his palette and brush.

He is careful in his craft, making tentative broad strokes

Coaxing the treasure hidden within to slowly appear

Each stroke dances along each curve, 

 placing layer upon layer of hue

Passion's colors begin to glow with a smoldering heat

The bristles caress and tickle

 giving rise to the birth of pastel blooms

Pink blushing petals begin to take on a more vibrant hue

His brush works the finer details,

 as he finds his work's core

The once blank canvas comes alive with his every stroke.

His skill transforms the deceptively inanimate space.

He makes it pulsate and throb with the nectar of life.

Bursting forth, passion's rose blooms with a blinding intensity.

Colorful splashes fill the work with his vision of bliss.

The crimson rose floats among the clouds

 and he too is lifted to a different plane.

Dew glistened petals float gently towards the lush green earth.

He looks at his creation with a loving and admiring gaze.

From within her beauty radiates, and resonates in his heart.

His rare flower, passion's rose.

She blooms only for him.

MAS revised 2012

You might be a nurse if.... taken off my old Multiply Blog

Warning: If you are not a nurse some of this may offend you. But tough!! Spend a day as a nurse and you will agree with every last one.
Subject: you know you are a nurse...

You  know you're a  nurse when.. 
  
1) the front of your scrubs reads "Nurses... here to save your ass, not kiss it!" 

2)  you occasionally park in the space with the "physicians only" sign... and knock it  over. 
  
3)  you believe some patients are alive only because it's illegal to kill them. 
  
4)  you recognize that you can't cure stupid. 

5)  you own at least three pens with the names of prescription medications on them. 

6)  you believe there's a special place in hell for the inventor of the call light. 

7)  you believe that saying "it can't get any worse"causes it to get worse just to show you it can. 
  
8)  you wash your hands BEFORE you go to the bathroom. 

9)  you believe that any job where you can drive to work in your pajamas is a cool one. 
  
10)  you consider a tongue depressor an eating utensil. 

11)  eating microwave popcorn out of a clean bedpan is perfectly natural. 

12)  you've been exposed to so many x-rays that you consider it a form of birth control. 

13)  you've ever heard a patient with a nose ring, a brow ring, and twelve earrings say "I'm afraid of shots." 

14)  you've ever placed a bet on someone's blood alcohol level. 

15)  you've told a confused patient that your name is that of a coworker and to call if they need help. 

16)  your bladder can expand to the size of a winnebago's water tank. 
  
17)  you have seen more penises than any prostitute could dream of.    

18)  you believe that not all patients are annoying... some are unconscious. 

19)  your family and friends refuse to watch medical sitcoms with you because you spend the whole time 
correcting everyone and pointing out upside down x-rays. 
  
20)  you don't get excited about blood, unless it's your own. 

21)  you've sworn to have "do not resuscitate" tattooed  on your chest.   Soon. 
  
22)  discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal is perfectly normal to you. 

23)  your idea of fine dining is anywhere you can sit down to eat. 

24)  your idea of a good time is a cardiac arrest at shift change. 
  
25)  you believe in the aerial spraying of prozac. 

26)  you believe that "shallow gene pool" should be a recognized diagnosis.  

27)  you believe that the government should require permits to reproduce. 

28)  you believe that unspeakable evils will befall anyone who utters the phrase "Wow, it's really quiet, isn't it? 

29)  you have ever wanted to write a book entitled "Suicide: getting it right the first time." 
  
30)  you have ever had a patient look you straight  in the eye and say "I have no idea how that got stuck in there." 
  
31)  you've had to leave a patient's room before you begin to laugh uncontrollably.

Sunday Afternoon in Chatfield Hollow

There is nothing that recharges me than being out in the midst of nature. The scent of pine invigorates me. The gentle breeze blowing a few stray strands of hair into my face is what it feels like to be alive. The sun's heat is dampened to a pleasant warmth. Dappled rays touch my cheek like fluttering kisses from the Goddess.
One would think that I am alone in the forest primeval. Far from it. I open my eyes and the humanity around me becomes apparent. The pine wafting through my nostrils is mixed with the scents of lighter fluid and charcoal. The chirping of birds is easily dinned by the screeches of a tween finding a leech on her leg. Water splashes as children play and I realize that all are gifts of the God and Goddess. The peace of nature and the cacophony of her children enjoying what has been given to them on a Sunday afternoon.
As for me, I have been a prisoner. Held captive by time and circumstance. Held captive by fear. I have found my freedom. I wonder if it's coincidence that my natal day approaches at the time I finally have shed what has been weighing me down and have decided to soar.         MAS 5/27/2012

Emptiness

In life there are people who touch you in such a way that their absence is acutely felt. Counting the hours the minutes the seconds until you can speak to them, be with them again. The same can be said of internet relationships. But my question is what do you do when the person signs off leaves an emptiness inside? I wish I knew.

Feathers on the wind

One day you look up and your little girl is suddenly a tween. Seemingly over night her face as aged, her body has lost its baby fat and she speaks to you with new found maturity. She tests the boundaries you have set. Your baby bird has found her wings. She isn't quite sure how to fly with them yet. She is trying to find her footing and leave the nest. And you are torn as much as you want her to soar, you never want her to leave. What has happened to my baby, my youngest? In a flap of a wing, she is perched for take off. Soon, too soon, she will fly. She may falter at first but eventually she will wing her way to the stars on her own.

And so another blog begins

Sometimes thoughts bloom like roses in the sunnier facets of my mind. Sadly the flower starts to wilt and the petals fall drifting downwards. One by one they land on a bubbling brook. Faster than the wind, the water currents send the floating petals downstream. They disappear over the edge lost for all time.
This blog is an attempt to capture those petals before the water swirls them away.