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Cadence [revision]
by Olivia Martinthe sound
of monotones
in rhythm with re-visions
of thready pluses
lingering
in the wafts
of blue and white checkered
bleach-cleansed corridors
still make my insides
shudder
tangled in a trance
of the beeping voyeur
I can’t help
but count
her breathes in steed
with the constant
beat
of pastel pitches
streaming
across the monitor
witnessing her once
vibrant features
become overcast
in thunderstorm
gray
in those moments
I bargained with religion
exchanging
my soul
for I.V. intervention
hoping that God
would be the miracle drug
that kept her rhythm
synchronized
02/10/2010 Author's Note: after some feedback from some wonderful fellow poets, I decided to re-edit this piece -- to me it flows markedly different than the original.
Posted on 02/10/2010
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Martin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/10/10 at 02:05 PM I'm not sure which one I like best. In the first one I can see where you might be the nurse. In this you feel more like someone that knows the patient. Both are lovely pieces and bring back memories of nearly 50 years ago when we rushed my firsrt wife's mother to a local hospital in the middle of the night. Within 20 minutes of waiting I heard the dreaded call over the speakers "code blue", "code blue" room.... She never made it out of the hospital. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/10/10 at 04:44 PM This is pretty heartbreaking, breakneck storytelling. Awfully damn good. |
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