I
never liked
coming to hospital
where always
brothers run
busy
with the tray
or trolly
with scissors, fast-aids-
No hand is there
to push
in the handle
to push
the old man
tries to
move forward
the wheelchair
in the hospital's
long neck corridor
White dressed
nurse's
beautiful smile
injects
under my skin
I
see
how she leaves
the room
swooping up
her skirt
Pale wind of
the old fan
blows away
red crescent curtain
in my cabin
the black cat
always sits
in the corner
and she looks at
me suspiciously
yet indifferent
we measure
each other
from a distance
I
hate
the smell of
bandage and phenyl
which like the smell of
roaming spirits
who are whispering
always
to take the soul
out of the
body
I
see
the black
c
a
t
and her green
suspicious
eyes
Beautifully imagistic poem. I see every detail of the room. I feel the breeze. The cat. The patient and the caretakers. All going about their business. Every detail in its place, fully realized. Through the realization of a complete scene the emotional power is free to exert its own influence on the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. Very descriptive. I don't know very many people who like hospitals. This appears to be the first poem that you have posted on this website. Welcome to Poem Hunter!