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Poetry and Medicine
August 20, 2019

Playing Word Games

JAMA. 2019;322(7):698. doi:10.1001/jama.2019.5687

I sprinkle hints,
seeds in the withering garden
of your brain,
hope words will sprout,
blossom on your lips.
But deep in the gray matter,
atrophy spreads like a biblical pestilence.
In that un-Eden,
hummingbirds dart,
like crazed syllables,
scatter alphabets
like fallen petals
amid stems of thought—
bare, but pretending to be
bright. Colors for flowers,
all I could expect.

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    1 Comment for this article
    Truly Amazing
    Cynthia Heintz, Domestic engineer | Only My Chaos
    This had my brain dancing and twirling at the vibrant descriptiveness of the vocabulary it contained! Truly amazing and beautiful!