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Morphine Pump
by Jane E Pearce
Push the button,
and morphine soldiers
chase the pain asunder,
while on the walls
pink flowers dance,
long stems tapping
to a song from far away.
Walls undulate
in another world of reality,
to close in and retreat
as if the mind could will it so.
The eerie band of morphine militants
open the gate to a world next door,
while flowers dance above the bed,
with seeded eyes that twinkle,
and smiles that mock
my nakedness.
Written after a hip replacement. in 2001. That drug was a ride to a new place.
12/12/2004 Posted on 12/12/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/12/04 at 06:41 PM Jane -- incredible! I know the feeling. Post-op all you think about is floating away from the pain. Good work. Well described. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/12/04 at 11:28 PM Nicely captures how vulnerable and exposed we all are while lying in those hospital beds, despite the safety net of popular pain killer. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 12/14/04 at 06:30 AM this is such a vivid piece with such interesting pictures |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/17/04 at 02:04 AM I can truly relate to your words here, I've been in the hospital many times over.. what you are saying is so true.. Great read, once again.. :) |
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