Two new short poems

What are these Hospice Days?

Ode to Euan Frizzel

Sept. 15, 2012

The pain is put in remission

Because the cancer won't remit

Damaging the walls, death won't quit

Entering his vessel to seduce and reduce

For its' delights or perhaps, insights

Death is indescribable

Words are unreliable

And horror is unthinkable

This man seemed so unsinkable

The long good-bye for one so fine

Too soon, too young, and not mine

Money

By, C. Heidi Drew

Sept. 15, 2012

An intangible form of pleasure

Money drives and denies

It's use defines worth on earth

An unreliable source for measure

Of value for purpose, for need

Greed for security, for power

Money creates it all with a glower

And cheers with a toast

Then disappears like a ghost