bits of glass, tinctured red ~
deformed metal scree(EEEE)ches
as roaring teeth attack; frantically
again
again
burnt rubber stench & muffled shouts
“stay with me,” he says, breathless ~
Red Agony
is all you see
before the lights dim.
beep
beep
beep
is the music of the Lost;
her hand in yours on sterile white ~
she mumbles
about clipping your nails,
absent-mindedly rearranges
hearty smiles in picture frames,
while her hollow eyes SCREAM at me,
reflecting monitor-Green
& she jokes
about the weather;
rain pounding against windows
Always
her
hand
in
yours…
and moments turn to hours.
the sky weeps for days ~
one morning,
i see my deepest sigh
in her unbound, joyful tears and
those ocean eyes of yours
“welcome back,” i say, smiling ~
and You
illuminate the room.
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I used to work in an ICU as a physical therapist for a couple of years. A place of such sadness and turmoil – yet, it is also where you witness great Beauty.
Written for Fred Rutherford’s wonderful prompt about Beauty – in all its facets – over at dVerse. Grab your poem and join the fun!
Another Wandering Soul 
Miriam, you described life at the threshold — the ICU is a place of wonder in many ways. Great work.
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thank you, Marya! 🙂
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You left your job??
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noooo… just switched to another unit for a while 🙂
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Ooooh, ok. I love this one btw!
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thank you very much, good sir 🙂
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No, thank you 🙂
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Simply stunning Miri- I was there in the ICU …in awe ..’ beep beep – the music of the lost’ I sigh at what feelings you have been able to bring to the surface of such a cold and sterile environment. Beautiful.
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awh, thank you so much! it’s not such a ‘hard’ place – as people often think – it’s a place of much warmth and love as well…
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That I can imagine also xx
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🙂
xx
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Such a tender drama that took my breath away. A touching observation, Miriam.
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thank you very much, Rowan – will be right over to read yours!
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The joy of seeing a return back to life of those down and out can certainly be most rewarding. Nicely Miriam!
Hank
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Oh it is… there’s such beauty there – for sure.
Thank you, Hank!
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