Hospital
In this place a minute lingers the full sixty
we feel, taste and touch each second
a syrup of seconds
time stickily oozing and dripping
hours like a stalactite dripping, days
like a stalagmite growing
We never arrive at minute's end and ask
“where did the time go?” The hours
creep by, gaping chasms tween mountain-tops of
cups of tea, and
the taking of blood pressure
The patient patients, hypnotised prisoners, watch
the glistening drops
drip
drip
and
drip
God bless and keep those who lie sick abed.
<Deleted User> (7164)
Mon 8th Feb 2010 21:36
Hi Dave,
I love the shape to this as it drips slowly downwards.
Topical too for many people.
I think i'd be tempted to drop the second line to enhance the syrup of seconds and 'we never arrive at a minute's end and ask' i feel is superfluous.
Having said that i'm sure there's probably a good reason you included them so now i'll butt out and slope slowly under my desk. :-)
Janet.x