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Maureen, the Technologist

And I, had a medical triste…

Doing ultrasound

From the thighs down,

No veins or arteries missed.

My nervous system was fickle,

‘Cause only the right leg tickled…

The top of the thigh

Was mostly why

I had to relax a trickle.

Maureen took her time on the right,

Her pressure at times was tight…

I talked poetry,

Not her cup of tea—

I doubt she’ll visit my site.

The left side she did faster,

Less veins and sounds to master???

Not even a tickle–

Boy, nerves are fickle,

But she said that was common, after.


–Jonathan Caswell





He quietly sits alone,

With wife or close friends near….

So used they are to his quietness

He might as well not be here.

Not that they are ignoring him

Or he ignoring them…

But he never says much either way,

Even though they are his friends.

Once in a while it’s the same old story,

He’s no right to complain…

He can’t expect others to read his mind

Or hear his “downer” refrain.

To tell you the truth its been a while

Since he felt this low…

When you don’t want to bother with poetry,

There’s not further down to go.

Blood sugar levels are part of the tale

And getting worked up over things….

If he opened up to someone he trusts,

Perhaps then his heart could sing.


–Jonathan Caswell