Derrick Hubert Schnabel
Biography of Derrick Hubert Schnabel
I was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer in May 2010 but remain upbeat and full of the joys of life. Certain experiences, like my 'work' with fellow terminal patients aged between 6 and 13 make my cancer the most wonderful gift I have ever received. My 'poems' have been written during many pain-disturbed sleepless nights. Although intended as 'word games' to pass the time, they do undoubtedly reflect my thoughts and experiences as well as reflections on life now that mine is coming to a close.
Derrick Hubert Schnabel's Works:
Derrick Hubert Schnabel Poems
sonnet #19 Belinda
sonnet #3 friends
sonnet #11 painful writing
sonnet #9 2011 safe within my own tame shell
sonnet #2 the angel you have been blameless guileless unworldly
flight how search a vast and devastated plain for that now hidden which may explain
This Excessive Need
this excessive need this excessive need a child of loneliness
Nothing To Offer - For David
nothing to offer – for david by what gauge can i measure your friendship neither wealth nor balance will suffice
A Symphonic Dream
a symphonic dream a broken
If Music Be...
if music be … elusive music heard without listening drowned in a torrent of sensation
sonnet #13 credo from spiritual and moral captivity freed,
sonnet #10 thanks
sonnet #5 metastasis i have become a thief of the night, stealing precious hours;
sonnet #1 On being diagnosed with Terminal Cancer harvest
i have become a thief of the night, stealing precious hours;
that hated word, metastasis, which makes soon become now,
so easy to hate when i need mostly to love somehow.
do not mourn my passing or miss the friendship that is ours,
grass is still green though we stand in a desert bleak and bare.
around me ghosts listen, my words glint only as fool’s gold;