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Poetry Volume 4 Issue 2
Poetry in palliative care
Andrea Frossard
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Professor at INCA - Palliative Care, Post-doctorate in Human Sciences, PhD in Social Work, Brazil
Correspondence: Andrea Frossard, Professor at INCA - Palliative Care, Post-doctorate in Human Sciences, PhD in Social Work, Brazil, Tel +5521987190837
Received: February 19, 2020 | Published: April 23, 2020
Citation: Frossard A. Poetry in palliative care. Hos Pal Med Int Jnl. 2020;4(2):44. DOI: 10.15406/hpmij.2020.04.00184
Poetry
In the field of Palliative Care, poetic language is one of the essential components aimed at providing adequate assistance - this makes the difference in the meetings with the real characters who work for humanized health care in different corners of Brazil.
Palliative care in poetry requires the integration of multiple expressions of language in action (photographs, visual arts, music, literature, etc.), providing an opportunity for reflective dialogue between palliative care professionals and their patients and families.
Pain
A sadness like that, almost silent, without a comforting lap and without melody in intense dismay in a second.
A sadness like that, of shadow without shading, lulled by the wind.
Asadness like that, at the sound of filing weak and brittle nails, grieving thelove that has never been more than one.
Endless sadness in two seconds.
Balance
Throughout the journey he changes reflecting on generosity and selfishness. Which way to go? -Deep inside he knew the answer. But how to live donating your lifewhile the world screams no? - Decision and courage. Neither too many flowers, nor too few stones.
Time
He couldn't bear to quantify the time after the last night he had barely slept. It was his original sin in front of him like a mirror. Would there be time for redemption, or would he die reproducing an eternal doubt? Matter or spirit? Nights and more nights, body on fire and restless soul. How much time is left? - not even the clock knows.
Mourning
A sudden silence
A sharp pain with a swallowed cry
Unwish a wish
Unprententious pretension
Asynchronismin prelude to the end
He looked at the apple and didn't eat it
He closed the book the color of his sin.
Thorns
Frustration is like a thorn that sticks in your skin and bleeds
Uninspired
Runaway words
Call for help
Immediate return
One by one in different sense or senses?
The music, the rose and the postman
For many days waiting. Eva with her hair tied, her warm hands over her left cheek, listening to the sound of harps coming from the back of the living room. Concentration interrupted by the sound of the doorbell: it was the postman and the letter without perfume and without answer. She sat down in disbelief, gazing at the lonely rose in front of the sofa.
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