centered on a level slide
and inserted into whiteness
of magnetic resonance
as around me
coolant pulses … mimics idling
waiting simmer of a train
now breathe gently … do not move
then a ratchet thump and clank
similar to those in London
loud inside a towered clock
there are minutes into hour
of submission to the battery
charting somewhere imperfection
for I am far from Fibonacci
far from the golden sequence
in a prime da Vinci print
you may move now
I am ejected slowly
near proximity to far
enervated into softness
from brash hurley burley
and harsh noises in the air
Art by Greg Dunn
“Cortical Sunburst II”
10 thoughts on “Magnetic Resonance”
This is an amazing poem. You’ve captured the somewhat disorienting experiences of an MRI but expressed it so beautifully, people will want to sign up for one. Still, you know no one will.
Bonnie, I hope you are well and healthy. As noted, no one signs up for an MRI just to write a poem – even a magnificent one.
Smiles, Sharon. Poetry ideas arrive at the strangest times! Thinking about the experience helped to distract me, yet I worried not having a pencil and paper for notes. Getting older is not for sissies, and I know you know this.
I’m grateful for your comments, as always, valued and wise friend.
My wife described being in one of these – like a tumble dryer full of metal bars and little, but some, room for movement as it turns: I understand her fear better now; my dear Bonnie: right here, right now (10:20 GMT) I have sent the goddess Tara to look after you – she is much quieter and softer
Very thoughtful, Mark. It’s nothing worrisome. As I age, I’m especially grateful for Tara’s protection.
So vivid! Gave me much to think about as I read each word.
Pleased to know this about it, Nancy. Always, I hope readers find their own meaning in what I write. Smiles …
This is brilliant, you obviously have a real gift. Thanks for sharing. I have a poetry blog here on WordPress in case you have time to look? Have a good weekend, Sam 🙂
Oh, thank you, Sam. I like to find what readers are writing. Smiles …
Thanks Bonnie 🙂
Hear you, partially…