Sylvi Sylva

*anaesthetist - Poem by Sylvi Sylva

methodical, clinical, quirky, almost a sharp shooter
only this time intruding, sedating, to my deep sleep
inducing, watching, calculating.

observing, systemic tyranical sentry by my side
my only bearer of mercy, sterile cap and gown
charting, balancing infusions of my dreamless slumber.

scoping, evaluating, scaling
my life's gradient in a stranger's hands
shielding my pain from the surgeon's pressured hand.

oh anaesthetist, where are you in my short dreamless world?


Thanks to the anaesthetist who took care of me in my recent operation.

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  • (4/29/2008 12:57:00 PM)

    My lifes gradiant in a strangers hands. For this we need faith and lots of trust. Well written with anice choice of words again. Bob (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 1, 2009

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