Thirty Six Percent #poetry

life

I bash my head against another diagnosis

the maze of “I don’t knows”

outweighs “this way out”

I ping the depths for respiration

I drag the bottom, no air to shout

hanging off an IV bottle

add a little more of that if you please

just a little more desperation

drugs can’t keep up with my disease

MDs with their coffee and boredom

“not interesting enough” * you say

what you see stands not before you

patients more anxious today

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creative she sings

miracles of beauty surround

no time for boredom

*

(*A remark made to me by a trauma surgeon after being airlifted  from an auto accident)

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Boredom.”

I could rant about healthcare and it’s failings when twenty or thirty years ago we (health care practitioners and researchers) were making inroads.

No need to worry as all of those roads now have “do not enter” or “closed for repair” signs.

No regrets, No translation #poetry #children

Open the door to the past

look just there

toward the horizon of unfulfilled dreams

can you see her

yes she was the county’s beauty queen

**

the broad young man

in  red and gold

our school’s rising star

making an unbelievable catch

what stories could be told

*

I wanted nothing more

than to save children

average unassuming doctor

where there was no translation

just a need to be helped

with pediatric medicine

*

but beauty queens get old and dye their hair

football stars break a leg

drink beer in a lazy chair

and smart kids with no money

go on any one’s coat tails

to third world countries

*

in the end did it really matter

that she dyed her hair

that he beer cans scattered

that all over the world she flew

offering hugs in languages

she barely knew

Leslie and child

Do you have regrets, something you aspired to and couldn’t do? Here’s your opportunity to write about it at the WordPress Daily Post.

sasha