Thank you for all the kind thoughts and the kindness shown my friend Aris for the awkward task I gave him to keep track of you for me. I have missed this place. Still I sit in isolation waiting for immunity to be restored. Ashe***My first attempt after a

Inside A Hospital Room

(Now that I have a window!!)

I can see the river and the Hospital's oval door
where a thousand sick souls enter full of hope
placed trembling inside hospital rooms.

The Rio Grande bridge with its steel-spikes
A penthouse with an orange roof,
Sunsets that tinge the river red

Five floors above and under gaily painted trestles
Downstream along the river, as Frida Khalo also might have seen
The Rio Grande, one hundred years ago,

Cienfuegos smokestacks on 14th street,
And Pancho Villa’s museum dim in the early mist
Pipes sticking up to sky nine smokestacks all huge and visible

U. of Chihuahua Buildings hang under an orange crane, with red lights on
Straight avenues below crossed by busy streets
the trees turning green by all the Summer rain

To this dim drama, I return
To this spectacle after weeks of isolation from any view,
The empty mind awakens

My thighs, belly chest and arms are covered with needle marks,
Head pains fading back of the neck, eyebrow cheeks.
And mouth tasting of someone else’s blood

Paralyzed--from lack of movement, sweating
too much in the forehead, helplessness covering my body
As I desperately try to regain strength

From the isolation and profusion of tubes
Inside every orifice
They couldn't see me weeping at the nightmares

Fresh warm beezes now enter in the window,
The day’s release from pain, and loneliness
The need for touching and being touched returns.

A seagull passes alone by my window
Spreading silence over red roofs looking for the sea
Like me.

Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2017-08-15 at 18:10

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Ivan R
My God, these words, so full of life and pain and colour and hope, so damn beautiful all of it! You are writing tremendous poetry here, and I am in awe. Wow. Beauty and pain, weeping and fresh air ... again, wow Ashe. Bravo.

Oh Ashe! Heal well! Yes, it is life supporting to find desire arriving one day. take care. you have written a beautiful Poem with an evocative imagery. Please get well soon!

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Dearest Ashe, this beauty you create from what you are enduring is so pure and full of love. To see through eyes of such suffering and what must have been so much horror and to still be able to find and to describe the magnificence, the gloriousness of the world, shows the truth of the beauty of who you are. Thank you for sharing this and blessing be upon you. xxxkathy

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so beautiful. You sound like you have been through so much you poor thing. But the seagull at the end I think is a good sign. He is calling you home. I hope you are recovering nicely my dear friend.

Lovely to hear from you, thanks for letting us look at the world outside your window and hats off to Aris for being our bridge to you.

Good to hear from you again, Ashe.
Missed you. Keep getting better.
God Bless.

good luck ashe, i wish i could comfort you a bit. laughing together.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It's already taken too long, but you're getting better, and you'll get to go home eventually. I was stuck in a hospital awhile a few months ago. It's not pleasant. At least my rooms all had windows.

Aris did a good job of standing in for you.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
~ may you find the sea soon ~

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Welcome back, our Ashe. Trust you fully recover, ASP, if not sooner!

Christopher Fernie
Dear Ashe,

I'm at the window looking in, riding on the back of the seagull; if Pancho can ride, so can I!

Seriously, I'm so glad that you are recovering, albeit slowly, from your ordeal. I have read and written many poems in the genre of 'hospital' verse, e.g. 'Cancer Ward', and your most welcome piece is a wonderfully evocative view of courage and hope.

Keep getting better!

Until your next bedside bulletin,

With best wishes,