The Waiting Room Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

The Waiting Room

Rating: 5.0


She moves through the darkness

Alive yet dead

In sheeted glory she breathes without life

Bleeding without battle, she fights

I wait and wait

I hope

It is a battle I cannot fight

My skills cannot persevere

Though sword and knife

Are easy to my hand

I wait

I trust the skill of another

Who's knife gives life

I hope that she can fight

She is all that I have

I wait

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Reshma Ramesh 02 October 2008

wow........this one is beautiful

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Fay Slimm 19 August 2008

Hearts in tune feel the deep passion of this moment as you have penned it, and so masterly. Full of feeling. A ten of tens. Fay.

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Christine Austin Cole 27 July 2008

Potent piece, both in its general context and the individual telling. Waiting rooms are like purgatory for loved ones, really - sated with the the anxiety (albiet, often silent) of the immediately unknown, of the wait. It's overwhelming really to consider that at any given moment, there are people sitting in generic looking rooms filled the terror that comes of having been informed of the risks their loved one is facing and the inability to influence the outcome. Your line 'It is a battle I cannot fight' and your concluding lines are heart tugging. The whole of the piece is well presented and moving... but it is the enormous weight of those particular lines, I thought, that made it an emotionally hard hitting piece for this reader. Well done, James. Christine

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