The dentist thing
I. The evening that I bite right through a molar
The evening that I bite right through a molar
with the nerve lying open,
in a thousand years I do not want over again
and then suddenly I am without an appetite
it feels as if I am loosing my senses,
to put it mildly
while I neatly put down my eating utensils
and the next morning I go without breakfast
but that night that thing
pains and beats
and no clove oil, Syndols or R10’s help
to stop that pain
and it feels as if I can jump up and down
and I am overwhelmed with pain.
II. I cannot close a eye
I cannot close an eye
even if I do anything to lie down
or do whatever to be sleeping
and far too slowly the minutes and hours tick past.
Then I sit in front of the computer and stare
and write a poem
where the devil tells me not to spare God
and I have no humility
but I write a song of praise
a poem that I call early spring
letting my pain, my song, my life there cling to Him
where I glorify the awesomeness of His creation and salvation
and send that dark might on its way,
waiting right through the night on the morning light.
III. At daylight I find no opening at a dentist
At daylight I find no opening at a dentist,
everyone is booked full,
and I drive to and thro
and my molar is broken right through.
Even the dentistry department
of the community clinic is closed
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poem by Gert Strydom
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