GuiltyPleasure
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The power one word has is incredible. I wrote this poem months ago -
Useless
There are four beds here
the fourth is pristine
waiting for weight
All of us helpless
watching the days’ march
the nights pass
slowly resigned to swallowing
what is served
accepting all indignities
Across the antiseptic divide
lies a stranger
I have grown to love
Her hair is long and gray,
her body wasted and rebellious
she is unconsciously abandoned
restlessly active
in the snowy field she swims
in her coma
Today she has soiled herself
and we cannot look
as she rolls in her own filth
the staff flits frantically past
the open door too busy to care
unaware of this uncomplaining soul
A tall distinguished man appears
other-worldly in his business suit
graying temples
assumptions are made
now a nurse will come
but he is no doctor
A son who stands
for a moment
at his mother’s bedside
taking in what she has become
then slowly draws the curtain
around his public shame.
...and debated long and hard about the last word. Then something happened, a comment condemed the son and I saw the poem through new eyes. It was not my intemtion for the reader to blame the son for his mothers plight so I think the last line should read " around his public grief." which changes the whole slant of the poem and more accurately portrays what I wanted. Do you have a poem or poems that pivot on one word?
Useless
There are four beds here
the fourth is pristine
waiting for weight
All of us helpless
watching the days’ march
the nights pass
slowly resigned to swallowing
what is served
accepting all indignities
Across the antiseptic divide
lies a stranger
I have grown to love
Her hair is long and gray,
her body wasted and rebellious
she is unconsciously abandoned
restlessly active
in the snowy field she swims
in her coma
Today she has soiled herself
and we cannot look
as she rolls in her own filth
the staff flits frantically past
the open door too busy to care
unaware of this uncomplaining soul
A tall distinguished man appears
other-worldly in his business suit
graying temples
assumptions are made
now a nurse will come
but he is no doctor
A son who stands
for a moment
at his mother’s bedside
taking in what she has become
then slowly draws the curtain
around his public shame.
...and debated long and hard about the last word. Then something happened, a comment condemed the son and I saw the poem through new eyes. It was not my intemtion for the reader to blame the son for his mothers plight so I think the last line should read " around his public grief." which changes the whole slant of the poem and more accurately portrays what I wanted. Do you have a poem or poems that pivot on one word?