Could feel the freezing,
a sharp prick or two
then felt nothing
while she scraped, cut.
Heard the buzzing sound
while the area was cauterized;
smelled the burning hair.
Just a routine biopsy - my first;
ten days for results to come.
a sharp prick or two
then felt nothing
while she scraped, cut.
Heard the buzzing sound
while the area was cauterized;
smelled the burning hair.
Just a routine biopsy - my first;
ten days for results to come.
Author notes
quickie
Yesterday, August 7, had the surgery to remove this basal cell carcinoma - removed a piece about the size of a loonie from my scalp - got it all - go back for getting 20 stitched out on August 26. Glad it is over and all is clear.
Please tell me what you think
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That would be bizarre I think. Hearing all of the sounds
and smelling the burning hair ... so frightening. I hope all turns out well. Thank you for entering. -
this is what a poet does!
You bring to life moments in your life. The matter of fact style has a chilling effect on the audience because we secretly understand the emotional pain and fear. By observing and not emoting you allow others to feel the experience.

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Wow! This poem is a behind the scenes look at a proceedure that few would ever experience. I is graphic and somewhat painful to visualize, but quite effective in protraying an event. Thanks for sharing my friend. Hope the results are favorable for you.
Well Done!
Dennis


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This is a very emotive poem, and I enjoyed reading it very much - it had a different flavor to what I was expecting from the title - but I love how they interact
well done!
Keep writing
Polly

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This gave me a picture...
strangely of someone suffering
badly yet being numb to it,
something like that.
Good write,and to be
a quickie this is greatness
..not that quickies are bad..
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Hope everything is ok. It's amazing how such "little" things could really be such "big" things. You captured an element and emotion I can't recall seeing in a poem, and I think it's a feeling that most could relate to.
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Hallo Erika ...
The title, sounding so casual, brings to the forth the underlying solemnity (is there such a word? -- my Afrikaans fingers) ... Routine is necessary, not so Poet? And this poem is much more than routine: it says what is unsaid.
Love to you, and my prayers that all will go well.

Myra

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wow...best of luck to you!!
Jill -
this has got to be a toughie, and I will keep you in my prayers, and wait to hear all is well! Very nicely penned.
faith
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I have been commenting critiquely all night but I can't here -
I remember this with my grandmother and I remember the dreaded words to come. But with strength comes healing.
Hope that everything comes clean.

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