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Summary

The web content presents a poem titled "I Dance With Spoons," a creative work inspired by the Spoon Theory, which symbolizes the daily struggles and energy management of those with chronic illnesses, known as "spoonies."

Abstract

"I Dance With Spoons" is a free verse poem dedicated to individuals living with chronic illnesses, referred to as spoonies. The poem uses the metaphor of spoons to represent the limited energy reserves that spoonies must ration each day, as described in The Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino. The author, Christina M. Ward, evokes vivid imagery of spoons in various forms and scenarios, such as being made of glass, gold, and silver, and even growing in a garden. The poem celebrates the resilience and joy that spoonies find in life, despite the challenges they face. It concludes with a heartfelt acknowledgment of the spoonie community and a wish for abundant energy, symbolized by spoons. Additionally, the web content provides links to further writings by the author on the subject of chronic illness and pain.

Opinions

  • The poem conveys a sense of beauty and wonder in the everyday management of energy (spoons) by those with chronic illnesses.
  • The author values the act of cherishing and celebrating the moments and abilities one has, rather than focusing on limitations.
  • There is an underlying message of hope and perseverance for spoonies, encouraging them to embrace life fully, as symbolized by dancing with spoons.
  • The poem suggests that the value of a spoonie's experiences and energy is immeasurable and should be appreciated as such.
  • The author expresses empathy and solidarity with the spoonie community, indicating a deep understanding of the emotional and physical toll of living with a chronic illness.

POETRY

I Dance With Spoons

a free verse poem for spoonies everywhere

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Spoons, made of glass. Beautiful, artisan-blown, in every color you can imagine.

I’ll hang them with faerie lights,

They’ll tinkle and tink — wind chime-clear notes carried on wings like dreams

— watch the sun shine through, casting a multi-colored glow across my face.

I’ll remove my clothes and bathe in the glorious rays.

The dust particles will swish in the air and settle in my shadow. I’ll not worry over sweeping it — I have plenty of colorful spoons.

Spoons, made of gold and silver, lining the drawers — all of the drawers will be heavy with them and I will glide them open with ease, just to count my spoons, run my fingers over their smooth curves, polish them, align them by size and intricate pattern.

A value impossible to measure.

Spoons in the dishwasher, filling the tub, spoons growing in the garden. They’ll rain down from the sky — and I shall catch them all in grateful hands fingers stretched wide — no pain arms high over my head — no pain

I shall dance with my spoons and run and run

and run

The term “spoonie” originated from The Spoon Theory, a blog post written by Christine Miserandino. Essentially, the Spoon Theory illustrates the challenges that someone living with a chronic illness faces every day. Each day, spoonies have a limited amount of energy and ability. This energy is represented by a handful of spoons. Activities of daily living take away “spoons.” This makes it harder for chronic patients to keep up with daily tasks and responsibilities. — P.D.

Thank you for reading this poem. Writing it brought me to tears. If you are a spoonie — or if you love someone who is — then you will understand this poem in the deepest part of your heart. I wish for you spoons.

For more by this author:

Christina M. Ward is a poet and writer from North Carolina. Her work has been featured in several anthologies and journals such as Cameo literary magazine, the Arrowhead literary magazine, Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, The Frightened Traveler, and in Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine. Her first poetry collection organic has reached best-seller status in 3 categories on Amazon. Thank you for reading and supporting her work.

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