#vitals - Hello Poetry

I work in a hospital, sterile, too bright, monitors beep, everything's bleak except you. I know you're dying and as I check your vital signs I try not to speak. You tell me once you're better you'll take me to dinner, I wish I was optimistic, I wish I didn't know better. So instead I take my breaks in your room, we sit there and talk over ****** hospital food. When I work night shifts I watch your mother cry while you sleep, It's eight o-clock, she hasn't had dinner, I remind her to eat.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC

hannahmk

A Eulogy-- Before You Go (part I)

I work in a hospital, sterile, too bright, monitors beep, everything's bleak except you. I know you're dying and as I check your vital signs I try not to speak. You tell me once you're better you'll take me to dinner, I wish I was optimistic, I wish I didn't know better. So instead I take my breaks in your room, we sit there and talk over ****** hospital food. When I work night shifts I watch your mother cry while you sleep, It's eight o-clock, she hasn't had dinner, I remind her to eat.

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We harmonize together sometimes still, on mountainous hill- sides, when the winds blow together and echo through caves, canyons. Hollow logs. Presented darknesses: wolves, foxes.. Thieves, betrayers. Energies are so varied, if only we could download an imprint of their view. What would it seem? I can’t imagine ever being absolute on aspects, ideas, ideals. Anymore at least. I guess that’s just my current absolute. I resist, intents I set, out of cowardice Fear to unify Shaken down the road Solid monad. Brittle tendrils Sweet the senses, share intense to procure inclusion, boundless plenties prone incisions unfold yr own rhythms emboldening, appreciating in an expansion pressing, but really, more of a soft glide of understanding for the thrill

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Nov 13, 2020

Nov 13, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC

niel-1

Cephalopod: a high ideal

We harmonize together sometimes still, on mountainous hill- sides, when the winds blow together and echo through caves, canyons. Hollow logs. Presented darknesses: wolves, foxes.. Thieves, betrayers. Energies are so varied, if only we could download an imprint of their view. What would it seem? I can’t imagine ever being absolute on aspects, ideas, ideals. Anymore at least. I guess that’s just my current absolute. I resist, intents I set, out of cowardice Fear to unify Shaken down the road Solid monad. Brittle tendrils Sweet the senses, share intense to procure inclusion, boundless plenties prone incisions unfold yr own rhythms emboldening, appreciating in an expansion pressing, but really, more of a soft glide of understanding for the thrill

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"What's your name?" Rebekah Halle *** "D.O.B?" 13 November 1XXX "What are you here for today?: Eye surgery 'Okay, you're going to feel a freeze go through your veins now -- and then start to feel very sleepy..." . . . I wake to.... Beep, Beep, beep Buzz the machines Whee, whoosh, voo Whirl goes the blood pressure machine. . . . Knock, knock, knock on the door And a nurse peers into check, then Silence, for a sec. . . Beep, Beep, beep. . And then… Knock, knock, knock, "Your eyes are looking great, I'll come back in the morning," Dr Kowal says. . . . Beep Beep, Beep, Beep I finally sleep... . And then… Knock, knock, knock. “Do you want your dinner now?!” Inquires the hospitality staff. . . Darkness strangles light — Again nurses wheel in their trollies… Volumous voices viscerate silence. ~ All In a hospital room.

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Jun 22, 2024

Jun 22, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC

bekahalle

The Hospital Room

"What's your name?" Rebekah Halle *** "D.O.B?" 13 November 1XXX "What are you here for today?: Eye surgery 'Okay, you're going to feel a freeze go through your veins now -- and then start to feel very sleepy..." . . . I wake to.... Beep, Beep, beep Buzz the machines Whee, whoosh, voo Whirl goes the blood pressure machine. . . . Knock, knock, knock on the door And a nurse peers into check, then Silence, for a sec. . . Beep, Beep, beep. . And then… Knock, knock, knock, "Your eyes are looking great, I'll come back in the morning," Dr Kowal says. . . . Beep Beep, Beep, Beep I finally sleep... . And then… Knock, knock, knock. “Do you want your dinner now?!” Inquires the hospitality staff. . . Darkness strangles light — Again nurses wheel in their trollies… Volumous voices viscerate silence. ~ All In a hospital room.

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