| Muses Review - Poetry Spring 2006 (Apr May June) |
| Poetry of Pamela De Leon - Lewis |
| What inspired Pamela to write this poem "IT HIT THE FAN" : I didn't want to be immobilized by fear and uncertainty.I was being controlled by breast cancer and I no longer wanted to be intimidated by it. I had to regain control of me- my body and my spirit so I let my creativity get to work. I threw a Pity Party on the eve of my mastectomy. I brought out my best crystal glasses and toasted my breasts with some sparkling cider and a good cry, as I confronted this demon that was threatening to destroy my life. I was not about to let it hold my sprit captive...no way. This party was the start of my decision to fight back with everything I have in me. --------------------------------- This poem is found in her first poetry book Smiling Thru the Tears which is available through the author at Publish America. |
| Pamela De Leon - Lewis, Poet from New York |
| Buy this book at: www.PublishAmerica.com Smiling Thru The Tears by Pamela De Leon-Lewis (New York) |
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| IT HIT THE FAN by Pamela De Leon- Lewis Source: Smiling Thru The Tears, (2005) p. 47 One day, I'd finally had it Well I sure cursed Cancer out. I took the idiot to the bathroom; I tossed my Christian values out. I opened my mouth in anger and all the filth came pouring out; The things I heard myself say still makes me blush with shame today. Well, I told it a thing or two- Where to go and who to screw; I even told it what to kiss and when it should kiss it too. That day, I really lost control I was on a roll. My dear friends, the truth be told I' d have cursed the whole damn world Until that day, I convinced myself There was no real pressure. If I could keep talking to myself And keep tight reins on my temper, Things would work out for the best Just you wait and see; Because this was just a little test The Lord was giving me. Needless to say the test God gave I failed it, miserably. The pressure just built up in me And I acted terribly. I simply lost my temper. Things just couldn't get any worse. So I locked myself in the bathroom And like a sailor I started to curse. -------------------------------------------- Editor's rating: 4 laurels out of 5 laurels Reader's rating: not yet rated. -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- Copyright (c) by Pamela De Leon- Lewis All rights reserved. -------------------------------- The Poem is published in Muses Review with permission from Pamela De Leon- Lewis |
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