Thursday, December 17, 2009

hoaspice veesitin oor -
agane,
the wappin beds




hospice visiting hour -
again,
the enormous beds

7 comments:

  1. That sounds serious! :)

    interesting observation.....here its often the lack of bed,

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. At least we find a place to rest and to leave. The juxtaposition of a large bed and a short time to live is brilliant. Well done, John.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  3. There is a deep meaning here and I simply love this piece. The contrast between the two, as noted, is, as Ralf said, "Well done."


    T

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  4. most live ins at the Hospice here in TT are elderly folk who seem to shrivle as they grow older; the large bed in your poem is a strake contrast to our smallness in the scheme of life

    much love
    gillena

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  5. A striking poem John...

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  6. desert sands
    this life's drive sustained
    an oasis

    __I honor the spirit of those that have the will to fight... 'the crossing.'
    __Grand vision, John. _m

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