Sunday Is Visiting Day Poem by William F Dougherty

Sunday Is Visiting Day



The parking lot is full, but not for me-
Churchgoing first, and then visiting day.
Perhaps a glove is lost, perhaps a key:
Something, some other annulling delay,
Yet one will come, even with offhand care.
Six weeks ago they promised to return
Whenever they could find two hours to spare.
I keep vigil; the scars have ceased to burn


Sometimes I sulk- forgotten castaway,
Convalescent, strapped into a wheelchair,
Watching the windows, watching the whole day
For kin or friends distracted elsewhere.
My faithful pills begin to turn me numb.
Next week, I know, someone will surely come.


WFD 2005/2012
The Cancer Sonnets

Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: family life,illness,loneliness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Babbellapati 30 May 2012

it's a very touching verse. ms. batool brings fresh air into the way one may offer one's comments on a poet's work on this site. i now see substantial criticism emerging on these pages!

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William F Dougherty 29 May 2012

It is uncommon to encounter readers familiar with the patterns and techniques of metrical forms like the sonnet. In poetry, what is said is inseperable from how it is said. A bonus for a poet who accepts the challenges of traditional forms is a reader who watches him or her risk a pratfall while skating figure-eights. Shahzia Batool is just such a bonus.

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Shahzia Batool 29 May 2012

poetic merits: unlike traditional petrarchan setting where octave is divided into two octosyllabic Quatrains rather it is divided into two quatrains of shakespearean alternate-rhyme abab, cdcd...the sestet is divided into two tercets but the rhyme is repeated... the rhyming ofthe words is full ear-rhyme, n its magical touch can be felt in numb, n come... the language is simple but rich in feelings, , , the low tone of a waiting person is v obvious... Sometimes I sulk- forgotten castaway, Convalescent, strapped into a wheelchair, Watching the windows, watching the whole day For kin or steadfast friends compelled elsewhere. the theme is cruel, n cruelly painful.... reader can share the feelings w/o effort...it's beautiful sir!

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