19 - Tuesday by Lacy D PhillipsThe scheduling clerk taps her excessively long acrylic nails in sequence on her laminate desk. They are airbrushed with beach scenes that she considers fine art. This tapping habit is as close to the beach and quiet contemplation as she gets.
The nurses hold their breath through the waiting room, wading through air thick with communicable diseases and the aura of odor that attends the homeless and the hapless victims of poverty. They wear brightly-colored scrub tops patterned with trademarked cartoon characters.
The patients are not comforted. 07/18/2006 Author's Note: Day two of the week-long challenge to write one mundane autobiographical poem per day. I have chosen to document what is happening around me instead of engaging in introspection, which is what I would normally write about.
Posted on 07/18/2006 Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/19/06 at 01:36 AM I'm totally into your daily observations. They are inciteful and descriptive without being judgemental. I can't wait for tomorrow. |
Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 07/19/06 at 05:52 AM Really loving the observations...it's all in the details...your attention to what would normally be ignored. |
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