Let There be Color
by Lavinia Kumar
Cover Art by Lavinia Kumar
Copyright © 2015
The Lives You Touch Publications
All rights reserved.
Collateral Damage
And after two weeks of pricking,
poking, cutting, packing, hoping
by residents, surgeons – suddenly
his right hand goes nearly numb.
It’s a distance from near-blind eyes,
of the relentless hustle bustle,
and so relegated to the outback,
to an empty barn of wait and see.
A later dropped foot, even further
from his eyes, is new mystery
in the barnyard of endless visits –
the flip-flopping foot consigned
to an outer field of wait and see –
a wild animal disruptor of order
and routine of pokes, meds, tests,
evening drips, morning rounds,
the brief gaggle of friendly chat.
Smiles focus narrowly on eyes,
all in the hope time will cure
any interloping aberrant ferals.
Table of Contents
In Due Time
Memory Fractured
Es gibt ein Loch
Glimmers and Lightness
Perhaps To Wake Again
The Sad of Eyes
Cerebrospinal Fluid Drips from Nose
Patience Wanting
Meals come with the Blues
Unending Urns
Up to the Minute
Dad Will See My Face
Body, Let There Be Color
Itinerant Traveler
As Dusk would Fade
We are Like the Dreamer who Dreams
and then Lives in the Dream
Mind Into Eye into Mind
Licensed Practical Nurse
She is Isis. She is Prithvi.
Evening Machine
Daydream of the Gallery
Opto Kinetic Reflex Drum
Tributes, Tributaries
Still the Nightmare at Home
Home Again
That Year
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