Each month, write a new collection.
Alarm commands, bursting into air Demands, halt!As solemn hurried voice blurtsTrauma Team to ERETA 2 minutes.Silence as the speaker, catches anxious breath RepeatTrauma Team to ERETA 2 minutes.Curiosity taunts the workerWhat will the headlines readGunshot vicitm shootout?Car crash pile-up chaos?Snap back to work Get use toInterruption backdropOf trauma hospital.Reverberation through glass curtainsWooossh. Low strong. Insistent. Unrelenting.Then sudden silent catch, hangs in the airQuickly overtaken, By Faster swish high, In metrinome exact.RepeatWooossh Silence Swish.Wooossh Silence Swish. Wooossh Silence Swish. Continuous thunder, When you first approachNo sooner becomesWhite noise Comfort cradleRocking back and forthBreathing machineOf the ICU.Shrill. High. BEEPDagger through the airDon’t ignore!At last grateful silence. Thank you.No. Shrill high BEEP repeats.Attention! How dare you ignore, thenSilence. Gratitude. Then repeat, shrill high BEEP.Repeat. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. No rest here, untilFinally nurse appears Stopping breathless between runs Flicks the irritating, tube kink.As the warning stillsRelief fromIV ringing pumpOf the hospital floor.Buzzzz. Irritating.Fly buzzing round.Buzzzz, circling, swat it.Buzzzz, hovering.Buzzzz, not too loud to edge the nerves.Buzzz persistant.Buzzz, beckoning cryStop worker need.How to silence once and for all?By answering thePatient call bell Of the nursing home.Shift ends.Pass through sliding doorsLay down armorRest your nobleEars.
God, that poem made my heart stop. Teaching poetry is rarely this stressful!
Headphonesnever liked workingin an officefilled with peopleescaped under headphoneslistened to musicoften the same songhumming as I workeddriving the officemates crazy
Ha! I hate that too and have to bring my own phones!
The Music In MeThe music flows as you know in prose of my mindMaking sense out of silence and nonsense out of violenceAnd all the words I write are the words despite the fight to rhymeAs the flow is more importantto go with the meaningThan resorting to the momentAnd the rhymeIt will come and go as the songs are sungAnd as they show the words occur with a rhythmAs the music is to use it just as words communicateAnd proves this is for her and him to have and to holdLetting no man tear asunderTo laugh even thoughLetting go would demand You are under a spell to tellA story just as you would if you needed the gloryAnd for all of you to see history in the makingWhen the world is turning and man is yearning to loveInstead of burning down the world to the ground With smoke in The clouds and the spoken Word just as loud as peace Surrounds this piece and sounds increase Together The irony is having you forever With every person thirsting for your loveLet life live whenever you want to giveUp and never have your song sungLet’s sing this one One more time togetherAs you and I fly through to endeavorAnd float above these smoky cloudsInto the heavens to hope for the loveThat beckons and feels free to believein the eleventh hourBefore we ascendTo the end and pretendWe are not empowered
Great poem Daryl. I really like your voice and what you're doing with all of these!
Dear diary, I've had Frank Sinatra stuck in my head every day for almost 2 weeks. Didn't think it was possible, but "Young at Heart" won't go away! Before that, it was Dino. I was singing "King of the Road" for damn near a month. I think it's driving my fellow deli associates insane. Especially since they're all under 22 years old. None of them even knew who Dean Martin was. What??? I guess it's time to take the Rat Pack cds out of the car. Nah! Time to spring some Sammy Davis jr. on the kids.....
Music that is Too CutePitter patPitter patI don't have babiesHearing their feetMakes me want one or someI can imagine a little chubby babyOr severalScurrying around wood floors laughing and having fun.This makes me cry.