Friday, April 1, 2005

A Poem " On Dialysis "

 

A living sentence

to a machine

that gargles and spits,

cleansing the blood.

 

Ever alert to beeps

that may signal disaster

or a blip of nothing,

sleep comes slowly.

 

Oh! these wonderful people

and their dignity,

never touched by the tubes

tieing them to reality.

 

And the technicians and nurses

steeling themselves

and giving sustenance,

from their hearts of courage.

 

c 2005  Deabler, V.T.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

never touched by the tubes

tieing them to reality.

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I like these lines.  Very visceral.

Anonymous said...

"Never touched"  Amazing!

Anonymous said...

{Agreement^} These are truly the days 2 consider
what Tubes one wants, and which ones 2 with=hold.
[i love the nurses~just ask Flo]

Anonymous said...

How are youuuuu my ole buddy ole friend, sorry I have not been around lately. How are you making out in all this rain? Better than snow right! Take care bigggg hug.

Anonymous said...

to live with a machine is quit unprepared
I think I would rather go into disaster and
take my lumps.
To the great almighty who releases from dispair.

Anonymous said...

I've taken care of patients on dialysis - you've written this well.

Monica
http://journals.aol.com/photographybymon/Mamarazzi/
http://journals.aol.com/sonensmilinmon/SmilinMonsAdventures/

Anonymous said...

You never cease to amaze me when it comes to poetry. (((Vince)))  *Barb*

Anonymous said...

the last lines strike my heart the most......


giving from their hearts.....lovely.

Anonymous said...

Very well put, Vince.  Hugs, gloria

Anonymous said...

I, too, am very moved by the last line!

Vivian