I've waited an hour the doctor is late. eyes glazed over. The will to live is dying. I've stopped clock watching. Time stands still. Whispering voices Pings of phones an automated voice announcing names, its hot in here No space to move Coughing and sneezing Shuffling feet Time ticks by An hour an hour what could I have done, married a couple, had afternoon tea, gone for a swim, put up that curtain rail, cooked a stew, gone to Pilates, watched my favourite show. An hour slipped by, I look at the floor, my shoes are dirty, I look at some more, worn out trainers, muddy boots, High heeled shoes flip flops, And slippers the waiting room is full, they are standing now. How much longer I could ask if I dare But if I move My seat will be taken. I wait a bit longer I look at my watch I'm brave, I ask, they direct me away, down a corridor to another room, to start a new waiting game.
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A real map
Map laid out, Deciding a route
I study it carefully.
Which roads to choose
Map in the back
Sat nav on, what a mistake
It guides me, the pink route
It doesn’t look right
‘re calculating’ it says
‘at the next available road turn round’
I don’t want to turn round
This is the right way.
Ditching the sat nav
I try my phone, Google guides me
No voice, No noise
Destination is found.
I check the sat nav
Where was it taking me
Gatwick airport,
Last know destination
I should have stuck with the map
The old fashioned way
Alone
So today is the last day of #napowrimo. However inspired by many people I have decided to see if I can manage a poem a day for longer… who knows how long . Todays Prompt is to take a poem written this month and write the bottom line first until you get to the bottom of the poem which should be the top line.
Here is my backwards poem
He kept his promise
He lifted her down off the rock, kissing her
She looked up and there he was in the distance
Hearing a noise was that his voice in the wind
.
She felt so alone
Where was he? They were going to go crabbing
She could see the crabs playing on the bottom
Gazing down, the deep dark pool swirling around
.
Sun warm on her head
Red skirt fluttering around her bare knees
Her hair flying in the blustery warm wind
Standing barefoot, her feet cold on the smooth rock
sadness fills my soul
Sadness fills my soul
my heart is heavier than lead
my head is hung
I can only look down
the floor is grey like my skin
darkness is all around me
the bounce in my voice has left
the smile on my face has gone
I cannot find the light
I cannot find the happiness
I know the change is coming
I just don’t know what to do
to make things change
to make things better
sadness stays in my soul