In the hospital, shadows come and go
On wards and corridors.
Some return again to sunshine and rain.
While others forever forgo
The delight of sunlight, wind and rain.
And fade on wards.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Hospital Shadows
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In the Hospital Garden, in Early Spring
In early spring,
In the hospital garden
No birds sing.
Or perhaps its me
With my thoughts of mortality
Who fails to hear
When they sing to men.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris.
Hyacinths in a Hospital Garden
I knelt and smelt
Hyacinths in the hospital garden.
Their scent
Was delicate and sweet.
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The next time I went
To that self-same garden
Their scent
Had already been spent.
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I grow much stronger,
Yet ponder
On a hospital garden
And scent
So soon spent.
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Copyright: Kevin Morris
My Brain.
Sometimes I find my mind
Obsessed with verse.
It is a curse.
But, what is even worse,
I find my brain
Fails to retain
What I wrote
In earnest or joke!
Copyright: K. Morris.
My name it is Alice!
There was a young lady of Crystal Palace
Who went by the name of Alice.
They said to her Claire,
“You should take great care!”,
She said, “my name it is Alice!”
Midnight Doors
Doors get knocked at midnight
To gentlemen’s delight.
While neighbours gossip, left and right …
Seizure
I felt no cold breath of Death
Nor the Reaper’s skeletal hand.
Yet he greeted me
And I mumbled and tumbled
And found myself on the cold ground
Where all are bound.
Death can command us all.
When he calls man must fall.
He greeted me in jest.
But he will tire of play
And I will find rest
For Death he ends all play.
After the Hospital
After the hospital
I walked in the rain again,
But did not regret the wet,
For the dead
Feel no rain.
Birds Heard on a Hospital Ward
I heard birds in the hospital.
I thought their calls
Came to me through solid walls.
But the doctor said
The birds I heard where recorded sound.
Yet it was profound
For when I am dead
There will be no sound to hear
Of birds or friend’s words.
I cast no shadow on the ward
So will walk in sunshine
While there is time.
Seizure
An electrical impulse in my brain gone awry.
A jumble of incoherent words heard by friends.
Will I die?
My speech comes back.
A memory gap.
But not a stroke.
In the hospital it comes on again
With no pain.
The words are clear. I feel no fear
Just frustration that people can not hear
What I want to say.
How long will I stay
A cyborg on a hospital ward
Tangled in wires?
These fires in my brain
Will they return again?
Discharged with a diagnosis of seizure
With more pills to add to my store.
Will the electricity in my brain
Misfire again and seizure end in …
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