Open Poetry #47 |
the day the clock stopped |
faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
three days of intermittent sleep depressed, restless losing her grip on reality she shivers as she moves into a fetal position she glances at the clock on the wall in her hospital room the hands motionless only a prayer could save her now she slips one hand underneath her pillow clutching her rosary and the hands on the clock move There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This a very good write for those that can relate. I can relate. Lori |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Lovely, Faith - perhaps my favourite of yours. Owl |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
You have written a true benediction for anyone who has ever waited in agony for the clock to change its minute display... and for decent acknowledgement of any kind. Very good writing imho. |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
Thank you for your wonderful comments, Lori. I appreciate them. Owl-Thanks so much, Owl. So glad you enjoyed this one that much. There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
Thank you so much easy1...i appreciate your comments more than you know. There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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