bits of glass, tinctured red ~
deformed metal scree(EEEE)ches
as roaring teeth attack; frantically
burnt rubber stench & muffled shouts
“stay with me,” he says, breathless ~
is all you see
before the lights dim.
is the music of the Lost;
her hand in yours on sterile white ~
about clipping your nails,
hearty smiles in picture frames,
while her hollow eyes SCREAM at me,
& she jokes
about the weather;
rain pounding against windows
and moments turn to hours.
the sky weeps for days ~
i see my deepest sigh
in her unbound, joyful tears and
those ocean eyes of yours
“welcome back,” i say, smiling ~
illuminate the room.
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!
43 thoughts on “The Traveler”
There are so many awful poems out there on the internet, being part of D’Verse and reading something as special as this, is amazing. Really loved the way you painted this image with your words Miriam, thank you for making my sunday morning a wee bit brighter
awh, you are most welcome – thank you for brightening mine with your wonderful words… 🙂
this was so touching. very moving write.
thank you, Kamana – glad you enjoyed 🙂
The sky weeps for days.. .that is an amazing line that surely describes the pain for others. Very touching ..
thank you, Truedessa!
The red, the white… and the fear, the comforting/joking. Tension/Release filled contrasts certainly define this piece!
thank you! definiely experiences one doesn’t soon forget…