Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Friday, October 11, 2019
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
A Haiku
New post dedicated to Type One Run. A Haiku.
on the longest run,
no end in sight, remember
leave no ones behind
OK, one more.
we're incurable
we run with diabetes
not away from it
Credit to Craig Stubing for the "Leave No Ones Behind" motto and James Mansfield for teaching me to count syllables.
on the longest run,
no end in sight, remember
leave no ones behind
OK, one more.
we're incurable
we run with diabetes
not away from it
Credit to Craig Stubing for the "Leave No Ones Behind" motto and James Mansfield for teaching me to count syllables.
Monday, November 8, 2010
The Cure
The Cure
For years they prayed for the day,
the day they could stop
bleeding him for blood sugars.
staring at his food,
counting the carbohydrates,
insulin on board...
They wished they could forget it all,
all of the knowledge and lore,
the glycemic index,
site sensitivity,
medical adhesives,
long-term complications...
... as if it weren't all complicated.
They wanted to stop worrying
about the impact of joyful play
on blood sugar balance.
So they wished for the day,
the day they could get rid of it all...
boxes of test strips,
the sharp things, needles, lancets, syringes,
the technological marvels...
meters, pumps, sensors,
the tools of replacing beta cells
and mimicking
the way the body is supposed to work,
the insulin
would all finally be stacked up in a big pile,
packed up to be sent away.
They wished and prayed the day would come,
But diabetes left in the night,
And with it took their son.
When I first posted this on Tu Diabetes in the Poetry Club, I apologized and wrote, "Why did I write this? I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have. But here it is."
I'm sorry to be so negative sometimes. I hope that this blog is positive often enough to make up for it. It's sad that when I try to be profound, I'm often profoundly depressing instead of profoundly uplifting or inspiring.
The whole picture is bound to have some dark as well as light, though, when you're trying to show what it's like to live with type 1 diabetes.
So what made me write this?
I've certainly heard of a lot of diabetic children dying, and it's hard not to try to imagine how that must be for parents. And I heard a little bit of what it's like. And right after that, I read about someone else imagining what it would be like to finally have a cure.
The two ideas swam around in my head for a while, then collided. And the above poem is the wreck.
Here's another poem, a Haiku.
The Diagnosis
Your food is poison
But there is an antidote
It is poison too
For more positive feelings, watch this video, and help provide insulin to kids in need:
The BiG Blue Test.
November is National Diabetes Month, and November 14 is World Diabetes Day.
.
For years they prayed for the day,
the day they could stop
bleeding him for blood sugars.
staring at his food,
counting the carbohydrates,
insulin on board...
They wished they could forget it all,
all of the knowledge and lore,
the glycemic index,
site sensitivity,
medical adhesives,
long-term complications...
... as if it weren't all complicated.
They wanted to stop worrying
about the impact of joyful play
on blood sugar balance.
So they wished for the day,
the day they could get rid of it all...
boxes of test strips,
the sharp things, needles, lancets, syringes,
the technological marvels...
meters, pumps, sensors,
the tools of replacing beta cells
and mimicking
the way the body is supposed to work,
the insulin
would all finally be stacked up in a big pile,
packed up to be sent away.
They wished and prayed the day would come,
But diabetes left in the night,
And with it took their son.
When I first posted this on Tu Diabetes in the Poetry Club, I apologized and wrote, "Why did I write this? I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have. But here it is."
I'm sorry to be so negative sometimes. I hope that this blog is positive often enough to make up for it. It's sad that when I try to be profound, I'm often profoundly depressing instead of profoundly uplifting or inspiring.
The whole picture is bound to have some dark as well as light, though, when you're trying to show what it's like to live with type 1 diabetes.
So what made me write this?
I've certainly heard of a lot of diabetic children dying, and it's hard not to try to imagine how that must be for parents. And I heard a little bit of what it's like. And right after that, I read about someone else imagining what it would be like to finally have a cure.
The two ideas swam around in my head for a while, then collided. And the above poem is the wreck.
Here's another poem, a Haiku.
The Diagnosis
Your food is poison
But there is an antidote
It is poison too
For more positive feelings, watch this video, and help provide insulin to kids in need:
The BiG Blue Test.
November is National Diabetes Month, and November 14 is World Diabetes Day.
.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
More Poetry
The publication of the new No Sugar Added Poetry book from the Diabetes Hands Foundation has sent me back to the poetry and writing groups on TuDiabetes, and reading more diabetic poetry has, of course, inspired me to write some more. So here are a couple of things I've written in the past week:
Haiku-betes
Haiku-betes is one of the groups in the TuDiabetes social network. It is dedicated to diabetes-related Haiku.
I'm not sure if what follows, a set of three paragraphs, qualifies as Haiku or not.Whatever it is, I submit it for your amusement.
.
The Big D
Once a certain death
Diabetes is now
something a person can live with.
Once a certain death
of a boy I read about
reminded me
Diabetes isn't something a person can ignore
and live with.
Once a certain death
standing in the darkness by the bed
as I came sweating and trembling to awareness
reminded me my death
is something I live with.
Haiku-betes
Haiku-betes is one of the groups in the TuDiabetes social network. It is dedicated to diabetes-related Haiku.
Woke up wondering
What is my blood sugar now?
And so go the days
I'm not sure if what follows, a set of three paragraphs, qualifies as Haiku or not.Whatever it is, I submit it for your amusement.
Car radio plays
Song by Bernie and Elton
might be about me
And all this science
Just my job five days a week
I don't understand
I'm a rocket man
Not the man they think I am
Burnin' out his fuse
.
Monday, July 19, 2010
No Sugar Added Poetry
Whether you're a person with diabetes or someone with no interest in diabetes at all, you will find beautiful, painful, transcending perspectives on humanity and chronic illness in these poems.
I wrote two of the poems, but I would want to give copies of this book to my loved ones even if I didn't have any of my own writing in the book. The book is only $15, and it goes to continue the efforts of the Diabetes Hands Foundation, supporting communication and creative projects in the diabetes community.
http://www.tudiabetes.org/profile/NoSugarAddedPoetry
Here's what other people are saying:
"In reading No-Sugar Added Poetry, we bring different perspectives, but we can all gain the same enlightenment – an appreciation of the challenge of diabetes and the enormity of the triumph in living well with it."- Jeff Hitchcock
President/Editor
Children With Diabetes
"I cried, I ached, I loved, I cherished, and most importantly: I learned. Thank you TuDiabetes."- Tom Karlya
Diabetes Dad
"This book is proof that something truly beautiful can be born from adversity."- Kerri Sparling
Six Until Me
Friday, March 27, 2009
Relay Haiku
I may not be much of a poet, but I enjoy writing, so this blog will occasionally contain verse, as well as prose.
Here are a couple of Haiku inspired by the Relay Del Sol.
desert run at night
point headlamp upward to see
a sky full of stars
running beside you
I hear your feet, your breathing
and your damn ipod
Hope you enjoyed it.
Here are a couple of Haiku inspired by the Relay Del Sol.
desert run at night
point headlamp upward to see
a sky full of stars
running beside you
I hear your feet, your breathing
and your damn ipod
Hope you enjoyed it.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Lost Weekend
OK, So I did that. The Pemberton Trail 50K on Saturday and the Lost Dutchman Marathon on Sunday.
And I wasn't alone. At least four of my fellow Marathon Maniacs did both events, and my friend, Melissa, who was not even registered for Lost Dutchman until the afternoon after running Pemberton, ran the whole race with me Sunday.
Melissa has now proudly joined the ranks of the Marathon Maniacs, and she does it at the exalted Iridium level, a level it took me two and a half years to achieve. Awesome.
Pemberton Trail 50K
Believe it or not, the hardest of the two days for me was Saturday. I started out thinking that two weeks off from marathons was enough recovery time for me to run well for the 50K. After all, it isn't a tough course for a trail run, and the trail should have been easier on these old joints.
As it turns out, I'm not as tough as I thought I was. I wasn't fully recovered from three marathons in the previous four weeks. I felt pretty tired after the first few miles.
I hit the wall hard after 17 or 18 miles.
Pemberton is a two lap course, and there's a rough, rocky section about two miles out from the start. The first time through was a breeze, actually kind of fun. The second time through I was just trying to keep my feet under me and not fall down.
There were less than 150 of us running this race, so I spent a lot of time running alone through the desert. This Haiku came to me as I covered the desolate miles on my aching legs:
when the race day comes
it doesn't help to regret
the workouts you missed
Something to remember every day during training. Sitting here now typing this up, I'm thinking along these lines:
easy to register
for unknown levels of pain
far in the future
With about 10 miles to go, I started walking every significant uphill. I was thinking ahead to Lost Dutchman, and I was unsure about being able to run it at all if I didn't try to conserve energy.
Lost Dutchman Marathon
Lost Dutchman is a fun race with lots of little things to make it interesting. That's why Runners World named it one of the Best Little Marathons, or something like that.
We got bussed out into the desert, under the weird rock formations at the base of the Superstition Mountains, where we warmed ourselves sitting around presto logs, waiting for the start.
The main difference between this start and Pemberton was that I had dreams of running well on Saturday. Sunday morning, those illusions were gone. I knew I just had to keep making forward progress, so that was my only goal.
And that turned out to be remarkably easy, if painful.
I wore my Marathon Maniacs shirt, which I hardly ever do, simply because I have so many other commitments and affiliations. But it's always good to get cheers from fellow Maniacs and comments from other marathoners when I do wear the yellow singlet. It was a good choice for a race that was going to take a long time and require a lot of encouragement.
Of course, as is usually the case, we saw a lot of the same people over and over again all day, and we made some new friends. Melissa was happy to tell anyone who would listen that we had run 50K the day before, and many people became fans.
There were no blood sugar issues either day. I checked three times during the 50K, and I was always above 120 and below 170. I went totally by feel through the marathon (by feel and experience) and was at 91 after the finish.
And I wasn't alone. At least four of my fellow Marathon Maniacs did both events, and my friend, Melissa, who was not even registered for Lost Dutchman until the afternoon after running Pemberton, ran the whole race with me Sunday.
Melissa has now proudly joined the ranks of the Marathon Maniacs, and she does it at the exalted Iridium level, a level it took me two and a half years to achieve. Awesome.
Pemberton Trail 50KBelieve it or not, the hardest of the two days for me was Saturday. I started out thinking that two weeks off from marathons was enough recovery time for me to run well for the 50K. After all, it isn't a tough course for a trail run, and the trail should have been easier on these old joints.
As it turns out, I'm not as tough as I thought I was. I wasn't fully recovered from three marathons in the previous four weeks. I felt pretty tired after the first few miles.
I hit the wall hard after 17 or 18 miles.
Pemberton is a two lap course, and there's a rough, rocky section about two miles out from the start. The first time through was a breeze, actually kind of fun. The second time through I was just trying to keep my feet under me and not fall down.
There were less than 150 of us running this race, so I spent a lot of time running alone through the desert. This Haiku came to me as I covered the desolate miles on my aching legs:
when the race day comes
it doesn't help to regret
the workouts you missed
Something to remember every day during training. Sitting here now typing this up, I'm thinking along these lines:
easy to register
for unknown levels of pain
far in the future
With about 10 miles to go, I started walking every significant uphill. I was thinking ahead to Lost Dutchman, and I was unsure about being able to run it at all if I didn't try to conserve energy.
Lost Dutchman MarathonLost Dutchman is a fun race with lots of little things to make it interesting. That's why Runners World named it one of the Best Little Marathons, or something like that.
We got bussed out into the desert, under the weird rock formations at the base of the Superstition Mountains, where we warmed ourselves sitting around presto logs, waiting for the start.
The main difference between this start and Pemberton was that I had dreams of running well on Saturday. Sunday morning, those illusions were gone. I knew I just had to keep making forward progress, so that was my only goal.
And that turned out to be remarkably easy, if painful.
I wore my Marathon Maniacs shirt, which I hardly ever do, simply because I have so many other commitments and affiliations. But it's always good to get cheers from fellow Maniacs and comments from other marathoners when I do wear the yellow singlet. It was a good choice for a race that was going to take a long time and require a lot of encouragement.
Of course, as is usually the case, we saw a lot of the same people over and over again all day, and we made some new friends. Melissa was happy to tell anyone who would listen that we had run 50K the day before, and many people became fans.
There were no blood sugar issues either day. I checked three times during the 50K, and I was always above 120 and below 170. I went totally by feel through the marathon (by feel and experience) and was at 91 after the finish.
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