Illusions
Dedicated
to Dr. David Shapiro
Dreams within
the darkened night
Brings
illusions to the mind
Black
figure comes into flight
Confuse and
silently blind
Peaceful
sleep converts to fear
As one dreams
are suddenly woke
Sees an
illusion that isn’t clear
Image appears,
but has not spoke
‘Who are you?’ one calls with a frightful plea
A whisk of
the hand vision disappears
Quick as image
came it suddenly does flee
Mind becomes
clear wipes away sleepy tears
Awhile now images
have abruptly appeared
But, the
terror they cause tend to decrease
For the
illusion is a vision no longer feared
Writing
about them, gives one found peace
Rhoda
Galgiani, Poet
East Patchogue, NY
January 18, 2013
This poem is dedicated to my Chiropractor -
I was telling him how I was having illusions, I
believe from my diabetic meds and he said
'that would be a great subject to write about'
so I did! I presented him with a dedicated framed
copy on Monday at his office. See picture!!! rg
Author's Note:
This poem is dedicated to my Chiropractor -
I was telling him how I was having illusions, I
believe from my diabetic meds and he said
'that would be a great subject to write about'
so I did! I presented him with a dedicated framed
copy on Monday at his office. See picture!!! rg
Rhoda, this poem and the gift are a testimony of your kind heart. What a wonderful gift and dedication to your doctor. This is what writing is all about, enriching the lives of others. Blessings to you my friend for your loving heart.
ReplyDeleteKaren
Hi Karen -
ReplyDeleteDr. Shapiro is one of my favorite people. He has such a caring personality that is real, not only for me, but all his patients. He was surprised with my poetry gift! Thanks so much for the lovely comment...rg