Horace on the Night Shift – MMorehead.
a sharp hook in the gills
I know how it feels
the pinching, the pulling,
of impatient reels.
from the comfort of home
to be viciously shook
by the violent tugging
of an invisible hook.
Just swimming along
minding my own
when from nowhere I know
comes a yanking so strong.
in incredible pain
I’m dragged off my course
all on the whims
of some invisible force.
as fast as it started
the pain begins to cease
my muscles relax
as I feel at peace.
that fish feel no pain
I’ll now never believe
for I’ve felt both the hook
and the blissful reprieve.
–SavvySpoonie 2025
For all of those who have moved on.
forever ago
in a time before the pain
i danced through the days.
i ran out the clock
never running out of steam
always on the go.
i wanted to do
and so in wanting i did
there was no problem.
so simple was my life
so naive was the woman
unaware of pain.
forever ago
i was another person
in another life.
i look upon her
as one does a loved one gone
as she surely is.
her end is my start,
each new breath a reminder
of all I have lost.
— SavvySpoonie 2025
Managing life with chronic illness requires savvy spoons
