HEG George

A Lovers Tryst - Poem by HEG George

Don’t hold me to blame.
The road was never straight
nor the wind mild of frame

Your bedside monitor screeches
one incessant, contrary acoustic.
Giving notice to all abroad that
time has moved on elsewhere

Let me raise you up and brush
away the marks that play a
cracked tune on your broken
parts, like a drummer breaking sticks

The glass of your eye
holds the drink of my heart,
where champagne bubbles try
to revive an empty space no
longer receiving its rhythmic pulse

The mood of your limbs,
restrained by dysfunctional form
and snared by aseptic plastic,
bring a darkness to this room.

And, like an Indian encircled
wagon train, Dante's allegorical
limbo encircles your bed, pining
for your life renunciated husk

Topic(s) of this poem: death, hospital, love

Form: Free Verse

Comments about A Lovers Tryst by HEG George

  • Chinedu Dike (11/21/2015 1:38:00 AM)

    Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Heg. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/19/2015 3:34:00 AM)

    It is difficult to be impartial to the families grief, anger and hopelessness I see when I am nursing the dying. Reading your poem floods my mind and heart with sadness that resides there no matter how much my uniform demands me to be detached and professional. (Report) Reply

    (11/19/2015 4:13:00 AM)

    You do great works. My father was looked after by one such nurse. And my wife is a nurse of many years.

  • Sofia Kioroglou (11/17/2015 3:17:00 PM)

    A beautiful play of words and brilliant imagery! Good poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015

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