Simone Inez Harriman

Gold Star - 27,154 Points (03/05/1959 / New Zealand)

Intensive Care - Poem by Simone Inez Harriman

I see you.....

Monitoring and measuring my miles
You and them
Calculating my demise on screen
Amidst fluid lines and life support
Our eyes have locked again

I still desire you.........

But there is much confusion
In this heady infusion
Seeping around my drips

I perceive you.......

In a hazy morphine moment
Preying on the pretty nurses
I hear them pause in your presence
As I do

Little moths trapped in your alluring light
Before the vicious beatings
Your riveting fly paper smile
Was always a winner

Heart-wrenching alarms
Harsh, shrill
I appear to be leaving with bells on
With my insomnious jealousy
Always miserably packed
And wide awake
To your philandering

I see you........

Past the perfect tombstone teeth
Exhaling a clock watch sigh
On your cell
Crushing candy
This tediously slow death business
Has inconvenienced you

I sense you.........

Waiting, willing, praying
Or is it preying?
The eagle eyeing the carrion
Of my dead daddy's dollars

I know you........

You're searching for some switch
I'm supposed to be dying
And finally behaving
But wait…
I seem to be breathing
Astounding

Sighing I see me ……again

On my knees
Begging for forgiveness
Pushing all your buttons

Topic(s) of this poem: abuse, infatuation , jealousy, violence


Comments about Intensive Care by Simone Inez Harriman

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/9/2018 12:03:00 PM)


    This is a beautiful poem on violence and jealousy having touching expression and nice collocation. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Unwritten Soul (10/19/2017 9:18:00 AM)


    This is more than just an idea, it is a big idea to bring this on the table, in fact i think you have this through your observation and probably you have this experience. The way you write its cleverly done. Applause to you Simone :) (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (8/24/2017 5:06:00 PM)


    What an extraordinary story told in poetic form- - being a nurse, you knew exactly how to draw the details of the hospital and its beeping machineries from the patient's point of view - - - being a poet you delivered a chilling piece of villainy and murderous intent- - being a woman you gave us the mindset of a woman who knows her husband is a cheater and is waiting eagerly for her death... or is he... hmmmm. A terrific write, Simone. 10++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/5/2017 3:58:00 AM)


    got your answer. Good. Thanks :) (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (1/4/2017 10:29:00 AM)

    ...........
    Ciao Simone,
    can you tell me what you think about selecting this poem of yours for the compilation ''Our Chains, Our Dreams''? Do you agree?
    Let me know
    F.
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  • Bri Edwards (12/15/2016 4:18:00 PM)


    again my attention was drawn to these lines in particular:

    This tediously slow death business
    Has inconvenienced you..........................

    i think praying AND preying.

    On my knees
    Begging for forgiveness
    Pushing all your buttons ................he must have been brilliant!

    bri: (
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  • Bri Edwards (3/19/2016 11:39:00 AM)


    i see a wording difference between poem i read and the annoyingly-timed poem version in the box above it. ? ? ?
    bri :)
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  • Bri Edwards (3/19/2016 11:37:00 AM)


    “Past the perfect tombstone teeth” …………..love the alliteration and image

    “This tediously slow death business
    Has inconvenienced you” …………….this almost caused a laugh to escape. yeah, he is itching to grab a nursing student later in the cafeteria no doubt! I can relate to that! and a piece of cake as well. throw in a little ice cream. perfect!

    “The eagle eyeing the carrion
    Of my dead daddy's dollars” ………… of course! and “ddd”: nice.

    interesting. something you witness at work I suppose.

    bri :)

    I’ve read some comments you’ve left others and felt it time to visit your site. thanks for a bio.
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  • Valsa George (3/4/2016 3:24:00 AM)


    A hospital scene when a team of nurses and a doctor are watching a (your's) death. Even in the death bed you feel a strong infatuation for someone(your doctor) The nurses with adoring eyes, waiting at his command too are infatuated by the doctor's covetous, winning smile. Even through the haze of morphine, you watch the drama with deep jealousy arising from a sense of possessiveness. Yours is a slow death and the doctor obviously is inconvenienced, though he hopes to extract more money! But at the end when the doctor is about to turn off the switch (of the supporting system) the patient has started showing signs of recovery...... a resurrection? What drama is going to unfold................. you leave the readers anxious. From seeing, perceiving and desiring, will you be able to possess him! A live and touching presentation of the inner drama taking place within a lover's heart! A 10 (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/21/2015 10:34:00 AM)


    Paper smile! ! With the muse of life. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • (11/15/2015 9:32:00 AM)


    your poem led me on a merry dance
    trying to figure it out put me in a trance
    i had to read Pamela's view
    before your poem can be construe
    thanks Simone
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  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/5/2015 8:00:00 AM)


    OMG! I love the drama here Simone. Your gift with figurative language and metaphor is in full force here. I was left hanging with each break.... Wondering what would happen next... Wondering... Is this perspective from the patient or the nurse... The line about the fly paper smile had me! WOW! You have a way of synergic ing multiple metaphors to elicit powerful emotions... Not so pretty... But oh so real. Infatuation is a special kind of love... Like heroin or cocaine... It's so intense yet leaves you feeling so dead inside when it leaves... Especially when you're still there in it alone. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Sebastian (11/2/2015 10:23:00 AM)


    A beautiful abstract poem painting the struggles of reaching out to touch, but you are challenged by your professional duty. Words you used tell me that you are must have been in a medical or nursing profession.
    Rate 10+
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  • Elena Sandu (4/23/2015 7:37:00 PM)


    Intriguing poem, many people seems to change after having an out of the body experience, the end of your poem relate it too. Thank you for sharing, glad you survived to enlight us with your beautiful creations. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/23/2013 5:49:00 AM)


    begging for forgiveness, good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 14, 2018


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