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The Joys of Staying In Hospital (Working Title)
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The Joys of Staying In Hospital (Working Title) |
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Ayame New Member
since 2011-07-30
Posts 2 |
I haven't written a poem since 2004 and that was when I was 21 and now I thought I would try my hand at this again but my muse wasn't exactly wishing to co-operate with me so this poem may seem a tad forced but it was just me trying to get my lazy muse to work for me again after such a long time of being dormant so this theme may just end up being reworked if my muse loves me enough. The time moves on as I wait for them, The orderlies to take me away, I have to get a PICC line in, I have been waiting here all day I want to go home now more then ever, I wish they would finally let me go, But I have to wait just a little while longer, As the boredom sets in I just have to hack it tho After a small nap I am finally taken, Not long now till I get to go home, I am wheeled down to Theater, Soon I will be able to get back to my tomes, As an avid reader, no books have I had, It was just a short stay in hospital, No use bringing anything like that, It just wasn't logical I don't mind just sitting there, I had my phone with apps to play, So I didn't really need a book, I had too many games to keep me gay, Back to where I was now, Having been wheeled into theater, I am greeted by the anesthetist, A guy who I had met before, This wasn't my first PICC line, It was now my third or fourth, But having the same guy put it in, For me it was a total win It isn't a long procedure, I would be in theater for no more, Then half an hour or so tops, But just to see him again, what a score! I felt like a silly school girl, Crushing on the guy she will never get, I know we technically couldn't be together, But can't I dream? It isn't like it will be forever, We said our pleasantries once again, He introduced me to a cute colleague, He mentioned he would be learning today, No privet time for us today? Oh well, c'est la vie as they say, As he taught we did speak, Though it was not in great detail, But being able to just have him, Whilst he worked upon my limb Afterwards we talked some more, He wanted to make sure I was fine, Also wanted to follow up, Oh how I wish I could make him mine As we chatted for a little bit, I learned how sweet he really was, He showed compassion towards humans, Though in his spare time animals had him to, He helped out at the SPCA in his spare time, I couldn't help but start crushing on him more, He was cute and kind and had a great personality, But I couldn't have him this I was sure Alas it was time for me to go, I had to go back to my room, Both of us said our goodbyes, Why did the ethic code seal my doom? So whilst I sit here writing this, I think about the man I can not have, Whilst we laughed and flirted some, I guess I should move on and not be dumb, Oh well I guess there is always next time, He wasn't the only cute guy there, My doctor who saw me was quite the catch, Same with my nurse so there is nothing to fear If I need to come again, At least I will be in good hands, My stay there may have been short, At least my people watching will still stand |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Welcome! I myself havent written in ten years and only came back a couple months ago,but the words will come easier the more you write. I am a people watcher too like you. ~Victoria~ Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage. by Ambrose Bierce |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Welcome! In Japanese, Ayame means iris. It also means distinction. So welcome to pip, distinctive iris. Enjoyed this first piece of you. Simply and directly said, as if it was less a lacy poem and more a daily journal entry, which I think is interesting. Keep it up. "I will hang on the hook of your splendor" -Snow Patrol, 'Dark Roman Wine' |
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