My ‘Throwback Friday’ poem over at “Go Dog Go Cafe”
Last week I posted a poem from three years ago when I was hospitalised for three months, and ironically, or coincidently I happened to be hospitalised this week, but fortunately my stay was only brief this time, so, appropropriately today I am posting this piece from three years ago .
Sleeplessness
I’m consumed by tiredness
In this healing castle of sleeplessness
Where the nightingales flitty about
Like hummingbirds in a drought
The witch-doctors come and go
With their underlings following to and fro
During the day there’s noisiness and bright lights
And life is just the same throughout the night
Ivor Steven (c) December 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those…
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The hospital ward is like the land of the midnight sun. The lights never go all the way out and the humdrum and voices go on constantly. No fun when you are sick and miserable! Great poem Ivor!
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Thank you Dwight .. yep .. I got it right ❤️🩹😊
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:>)
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Everyone who has been in the hospital or sat with someone in the hospital can relate to this one, Ivor. You captured it!
So glad it was 3 years ago now. Wishing you decades-more years without any needs for hospitals.
But, I KNOW while you were there you brought joy to so many who worked there. You were The Patient Patient! 😉 ❤
(((HUGS))) to you!
PATS and RUBS to Sir Frankie!
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Yes Carolyn … it was an extraordinary time for me , in more ways than one .. now when I read these poems from those 3 months in hospital, I am amazed at at the words I was able to produce … I really must have been half crazy to write so many poems … now knowing how hard it is to be laying in bed feeling so wasted …
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Writing is so good for mental, emotional, and even physical health. Glad you let the poems flow when they wanted to flow. 🙂
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Yeah … my poems were good for me … and somehow the the words flowed 😊❤️🩹🌏
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I know the feeling well. 🙂
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Thank God for your good health. It’s a miserable time when our bodies rebel against us, doing their own thing instead of what we want them to do.
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I’m going backwards in time, so I’m just now coming across your hospital visit. I hope everything is okay! I can’t go too long without your vibrant poetry! Take it easy!
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Thank you Ingrid. ..and coincidentally that’s what I do when I’m checking my comments !! 😀
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