The waiting room with patients – and patient understanding Looking down the phone rings loud destroying sounds of silence The baby cries the mother meets demands and tempered toils The doctor calls the chair departs opinion turns to spoils Unknowingly the reason why she sits in care-free room Her arm … Continue reading The waiting room
I felt a pang of enmity In shoulder and in heart A pang that measures friend from foe Who, once loved, now forgot. But enmity and absolution Couldn’t share the thoughts of one A lover with a dagger drawn Spells irony to some To heal, to treat, perambulate Attend to task at hand … Continue reading Poem – Moral Absolution
“Hi honey, it’s just me.” Meaning "it's only me." This is the context within which we so often use the word ‘just,' especially when talking to our loved ones. The more familiar you are with one another and the closer you are emotionally to the person to whom you're talking, the more likely you'll add the word … Continue reading ‘Just’
...that I'd like to share with you. It begins where dreams usually do, in the bedroom. That morning the sun shone through the blinds, the same blinds I'd left open the night before. Jules was a sound sleeper and anything but an early riser. She slept peacefully through the sunlight. I, on the other hand, … Continue reading I have a dream…
"Everything old is new again." What on earth does that mean? That everyone who's grown old is suddenly young because their old? That everything we've had for a long time is suddenly new because of it's antiquity? That doesn't make sense. But then again, neither does the initial comment. Mind you, I was talking to some 'old' … Continue reading young and old…
