Sunday, November 08, 2015

the ceiling boards are uneven

Nobody likes hospitals.




photo by Alvimann
image from morguefile.com



the ceiling boards are uneven



they wheel you outside
to the operating theatre
lined up in the corridor
like so much cattle
to be slaughtered.

time seems like a
useless commodity. you wait
looking at the rain trees
outside the windows and started
counting the crows

a pretty nurse comes
and peeks under your sheets
ah the urine bag is done
she winks and pulls open
the curtains again.

who wants to be in a hospital
if the doctor hadn't said you're
damn lucky to be still alive?
we do have guardian angels,
remember, they love us.

more masked nurses come
talking like sad songs
the ceiling lights streak past
as they push you in
the wheels nary a sound.

and for a long time since
you call for the bodhisattva's name.



03/10/2015
**********






remember
there are sad songs
you should choose better


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from “Plastic Sonnet 17” by Caroline Crew



I was inspired by the lines from the above poem (and a recent stay in a hospital). This is a prompt from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in painful ways.





© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015

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20 Comments:

Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

The atmosphere in a hospital is certainly nerve racking. You have described the scene so vividly. Great write :)

Lots of love,
Sanaa

08 November, 2015 20:55  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

oh yes, the wait to have needles poked into one, and then cut up is the worst. :D
thank you, Sanaa!

08 November, 2015 21:13  
Anonymous Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I hope you are well and on the mend....I hate hospitals too. I have heard those scary words of how lucky I was to be alive. It makes me believe too in guardian angels....but oh I still hate hospitals. More bed and less bedside and too many unknowns. A year ago when i had to have surgery I woke to pain and confusion as the surgery it seems did not go as planned. it seems it rarely does these days....your description was perfect!

08 November, 2015 21:14  
OpenID thotpurge said...

nurses talking like a sad song.. that paints quite the picture of a hospital and all the feelings that go with it.

08 November, 2015 21:18  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Donna,

you are right about too many unknowns. the doctor said that there is only a slight risk of things going wrong and you worry about you being that percentage. i was there recently to have stents inserted into my heart arteries, the doctor said my heart was a walking time bomb. my surgery was a success and i am recovering well. that's why i write about guardian angels. :)
thank you for the kind words!


thotpurge,

that's what i thought, with them talking through their masks and medical terms. i must say they are very caring and professional during my stay. :)

08 November, 2015 21:36  
Blogger Jae Rose said...

Hospitals are ungodly places where guardian angels are much in need and short on the ground - a majestical poem

08 November, 2015 21:42  
OpenID howanxious said...

Ah. No one likes hospitals and their glum atmosphere for sure. Your words are emotive in a way and they have a touch of disillusionment to them as well.
Well-penned.

-HA

08 November, 2015 22:05  
OpenID howanxious said...

And I hope that you are doing well now. Take care.

-HA

08 November, 2015 22:05  
Blogger magiceye said...

Good to know you are back and recovering!!

08 November, 2015 22:17  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Jae,

the angels are much needed. :)


HA,

i am afraid the poem sounds a tad disillusioned and dark, but surprisingly, i did have a pleasant stay there.
and thank you, i am recovering quite well. :)

08 November, 2015 22:17  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

magiceye, thank you! :)

08 November, 2015 22:20  
Blogger Mary said...

I like the first-person view you gave of the experience of being wheeled into surgery. Indeed time does seem like a useless commodity at that time. And it is funny the details you notice and remember, isn't it? The ceiling tile mention was very effective. And yes there are guardian angels. So glad you were under the care of some of them.

08 November, 2015 22:26  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

An unfortunately accurate depiction of some hospitals.

Thank you for the link to the Bibliomancy Oracle.

08 November, 2015 22:34  
Blogger brudberg said...

The little details about counting the crows in the trees, and the sound of the wheel, I thin a waiting like this would be both terrifying and incredibly boring at the same time.. So good you made it through

08 November, 2015 23:31  
Blogger humbird said...

O, yes, we need a guardian angel with us, when in such place...glad you are out and well...

08 November, 2015 23:53  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

You took me there, and I remembered. I especially love your closing lines.

09 November, 2015 00:27  
Blogger Carol Campbell said...

That is the best description of a patient's experience I've ever read!

09 November, 2015 01:16  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Mary,

i think what i was going through as a patient, most other patients would have experienced the same. lying down, the ceiling tiles were what we were seeing most. :)
and yes, the guardian angels were looking after me. all went smoothly and the hospital took good care of me.


Rosemary,

thank you. the oracle is a good source of prompts if you want some weird ones. :)


Bjorn,

indeed, it is both terrifying and boring. :)


humbird,

thank you. we need all the guardian angels that are around. :)


Sherry,

thank you! you're so kind. :)


Carol,

thanks for visiting. :)

09 November, 2015 11:39  
Anonymous tinman said...

Get well bro!

14 November, 2015 17:48  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

getting better! :)

15 November, 2015 09:46  

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