Embrace the Wheel - poems by Roy M. Nuzzo, MD
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Roy M. Nuzzo, MD, is a pediatric orthopedic surgeon in New Jersey.
Embrace the Wheel
On the grit of mortality
It is heavy.
Lightened by goodness
You float.
Empty hands
let it roll.
Break for innocence.
Renewed as a child.
Embrace the wheel,
but make it sing in its tracks.
Which of us is blessed?
Eyes relax upon the steppe
lulled to peace,
glorious space, unassailed
nature, unshared, in tranquil rest.
Accomplished eyes,
Squinting,
see instead, visions
capacity,
phantoms wanting form,
tactile mentality petitioning asertion.
Hands in repetition rise and fall
in sanctification of letting be
or
the laying on of bricks.
Either way, God is not alone in our universe.
Roy M. Nuzzo, MD, is a pediatric orthopedic surgeon in New Jersey. He’s also a poet who inspires his young patients to realize their dreams before and after their reconstructive surgeries. A Feb. 2 article, “Saved by a poem,” in the Bend, OR, Bulletin describes how the blend of medicine and poetry brought the surgeon together with gifted Mexican poet, Ekiwah Adler-Beléndez.
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Now that sounds interesting, I really enjoyed reading your poem and the way you placed the rhymes were amazing....
I really enjoyed reading your poem and the way you placed the rhymes were amazing....
Perhaps Re-read the poems with this in mind, and picture yourself performing a surgery on the length of a person's back - then the tones and rhythms appear!
Here is an opposite: (Beware it is intentionally DENSE, though having a strong message. Meter is insanely iambic pentameter (incl title). There is NO RHYME but instead intonation symmetry which feels like rhyme.
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Distemper of Serene Presentiment
In seasons change I felt his hand on me
So many traces echoed of his word
What feelings. Strange. A steal of sacrament.
So many races lost upon the sword.
A flower strives to pull itself erect
As morning yawns and spreads into the glare
By nature's gift a lull of sweet restraint
So gently lifted we descend from here.
Is craving weight
Of passion merely?
From where, of what - is rain? To savor thus
Of cumulus in scattered play, we race
In deeply hungered search through soulless void.
Unknowing, gulled, we bite to down the bait.
White clouds which shape in sunshine
Press their forms into our minds.
Therein hangs a gentle fog on portents in our lives.
In reason's change I savored my ignominy,
So many faces beckoned our accord.
What dealings hang on seals of discontent,
So many baseless trappings of before?
Our feelings weaken of our intellect
When fawning palls foreboding in despair
Of riches left unculled despite complaint.
So many hints that we depend on fear.
Clouds impress us.
Clouds distress us.
But clouds
Are clouds
Of we who breathe them life,
As other lives address us.
Investment. Vapor frosts in sudden cold.
I chill to savor earth enveloped white.
Redeem your grace and let your spirit sail,
So I to acquiesce again in pride.
'Distemper' is meant to be read with TWO voices.
First voice begins and reads two stanzas of 4 lines each
'In seasons change ... => ... descend from here.'
First voice goes quiet and more dominant voice takes over (to the end) ... except that when the second voice gets to:
'In reason's change ... => ...we depend on fear.'
The first voice comes in again and reads the same two beginning four liners a half a line off the second voice, softer as a reflection or late soft echo. The sound simili takes over yet the two are not the same.
This is a tonal example of hanging something internal on something else external, maybe even perceptually sculpting the external.[seeing what you want, or what you fear, or maybe just what you know]. Message : What you see in clouds is what you project onto them.
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