The Boredom of Hospital
Drip, drip, drip from a clear plastic sac
Drip, drip, drip to a cannula in the hand
Drip, slide, drip, coursing along the veins
Drip, drip, drip, a leaky showerhead
Drip, clip, drip, a constant confabulation
Drip, drip, drip from drizzle on the pane
Drip, flood, drip - someone needs the commode
Thank God I am home
~~Coral~~
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7 comments:
....thank God - you're at home!
very nice poem, Coral.....
quite witty in fact...
very nice...
I too am glad you are at home.....
Sending you warm wishes and smiles....
W..
Thank you Gyula and Wendell. I am very grateful for your thoughts.
Good wishes
Coral
Wendell - Thank you for re-publishing my most recent poem.
G'day Coral...
Thank you for re-publishing my most recent poem.
Ahhh... thank you for the okie :)
I was a little worried that you might not want me to. I am happy you are okie with that. Its worth republishing.... and also I believe, helps others to know a little of whats going on inside your thoughts, as our discussion progresses.....
see you.. when I see you .... :)
Wendell,
Thank you for your words of encouragement. I hope to resume writing very shortly.
Regards,
Coral
oh, very nine poem, or it,s real happen to you, oh, are you well now, oh, drip is made boring right,but it,s ok for you,
Maruf Hadi
Thank you for your comments. Yes, the poem is about me. All the best poems are about me, LOL. I haven’t lost my sense of humor (yet). Everything about my hospital stay was like Chinese water torture x 1000.
Tofu-Sama
Thank you for visiting and commiserating with my situation. Congratulations on achieving your doctorate and joining the throng of angels working in hospitals.
Regards,
Coral
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