Samuel finley


Safety Pen - Poem by Samuel finley

A safety pen; skin so paper thin,
there's nary a task breaking it.
You contradict the safety that labels it.
Blood trickles. Although the blood's little,
a sense of relief; intends to repeat infinitely
till water crimsons and becomes dismal

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  • (5/15/2011 12:49:00 PM)


    Diagnostics Exemplary

    The doctor said,
    'Where does it hurt you? '
    'Here, ' said the maid.
    Pointing to the ankle, swollen and blue.

    'No bones broken nor is the skin
    Just a minor twist
    Before you came in
    That hurts a lot, I'm sure miss.

    But I always check for damage to nerves
    Just to be sure
    So here's a bit of additional pain I serve
    For you to endure.

    And he took from his pocket
    A safety pen
    And into the left leg's knee socket
    He stuck the point in.

    An ouch, and a jerk
    Was the instant response
    And the Doctor said, 'It's no quirk
    That you jumped at once.'

    'There's no nerve damage within
    I'm happy to report.'
    As he returned the pin
    To the pocket of his madris sport.

    This is a true accounting of a visit to the emergency room of the Doctor's Hospital back some years ago.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 15, 2011


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