HOSPITAL BLUES - 1

What is all this for?
I find myself asking this question
Since I am home from Hospital.
All the work i have been doing
On 'beautifying' the house -
On making our nest confortable?
Why? Our babies have long since fledged,
Our breeding seasons passed
Like flights of romantic fantasy!
So what has it all been for?
A future that is now more precarious
Now that they have looked inside of me?
I feel as though rose coloured lenses
through which I enjoyed this life
Have been dirtied, trodden on, broken,
with a physicians determination
to find something with which
to blight my life! Pouring over
streams of blood tests results,
scans and xrays, with dye without dye,
looking for the chink through which
to drive their intervention.

© Griffonner 2023





Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-07 at 10:29

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You'll make sense of it, somehow, not sure when, but you will x
2023-12-09


D G Moody
Allen, knowing you as I do, I can totally emphasise with your sentiments expressed here. I guess we truly never own anything, even our own bodies, and as to our own house, I tell my wife to imagine it as will be when someone else lives here - most probably a stranger.

Blessings and love

Dougie
2023-12-08


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I'll echo what I wrote before, you bring forth truth with elegance.
2023-12-08


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
hi Allen,
as always its always nice to take a stroll in your mind and the ways of your heart through these poems and if you allow us such easy comfortable access, why to hold anything against these physicians who are just doing their job. and so that they do not trespass, they have such huge manuals. but i also like how you permit us or rather invite us to roam free with your words.
And it feels good sometimes to devote attention to things which take our attention away from ourselves.
A beautiful poem, indeed. (I did write so much but its okay, i guess)
2023-12-07


Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
I believe one should keep going as long as one can keep on keeping on! However, at times I feel that all the music, literature and correspondence I keep in my southern retreat - my old apartment which I keep, and return to for periods now and then - are a bit too much, belonging to another era, another time - but I found a way out, donating the lot to one of Sweden's foremost antiquarian bookstores, to be delivered when I'm out of this world, and they have accepted that deal. But I think that your thoughts in the poem come to most people who get as old as we, 'cause surely we're beyond what we had expected, aren't we!
2023-12-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You could dwell on thoughts of mortality, but that's not much fun. Besides, doctors' diagnoses aren't always correct. You may as well go on working to make your life more pleasant. There's satisfaction in that, and you may end up having quite a bit of time to enjoy the improvements you've made.
2023-12-07


Sameen
And now for something completely different
2023-12-07