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Hospital Times Commonsense

Hospital times commonsense Commonsense comes of age during hospital times To trip on innocuous looking lapses and come up with questions Road signs stand for visitors, locals have no need of them So the ambulance man notices one to seek directions from Not to have noticed it so far was not my fault Not to have divined as much was not his, no doubt. But not to have properly known my neighbour was mine For he works and matters in the hospital I am in Parking lots cheat , vacant spaces you eye from a distance Transforms into three cars in as many seconds Short of cash, this old woman is asking for a loan I remember, the one I see on my morning walks alone Another mother in the ICU has no use for frills Her two sons squabbling on the question of sharing bills Take her home to die is the younger one’s demand The scrooge is drunk beyond stupid is what you slowly find Cost of tests and tablets are just fringe accoutrements The bill for their groundswell of goodwill is what in the end counts. By S.Jagathsimhan Nair For Giorio's 'Impress me-4' Motif: Philosophical.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 2/12/2014 1:08:00 PM
Strong images here Jagathsimhan congratulations..' 5kxy
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Date: 2/12/2014 1:07:00 PM
Strong images here Jagathsimhan congratulations..' 5kxy
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Date: 2/12/2014 9:30:00 AM
Enjoyed the poem and congrats on the win,
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Date: 2/12/2014 3:14:00 AM
- Another contest sponsored by: Giorgio V. - "Impress me IV" - CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WINNING POEM,JAG. - ENJOYABLE TO READ YOURS AND A PLEASURE TO PARTICIPATE :))) - Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 9/5/2012 8:56:00 PM
Back for a REread bc the details of this one are so vivid! Appreciate the last line for it's poetic strength! gwendolen
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Date: 6/18/2012 11:37:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in P.D.'s "Metaphoric Time" contest Jag. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/17/2012 11:34:00 PM
Congrats--you wrote as an observant spectator all that goes on in the chaos of the hospital so well...I am reading what Linda Marie wrote about your Avatar below...hahah....I soup mailed ya! Hot off the press.
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Date: 6/17/2012 4:26:00 PM
JAG,;-) congratulations with your wonderful win in my contest~ take care and have yourself a wonderful Fathers Day,~ xox~PD
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Date: 5/31/2012 8:25:00 PM
a deeply hard look at reality Jag.. how utterly prolific to read this touching write and ingest its meaning luv.. hope u are well.. luv your Avatar photo.. handsome .. luv..
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Date: 5/30/2012 10:14:00 PM
I couldn't agree with this poem more! There are so many scenes within the scenery of the hospital...I say, "take her home to die!" There is no place like home! Jag, you recently wrote another poem where u were sitting in a waiting room at a medical appointment. In both of these poems u excellently paint the landscape of people, emotions, and the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Thanks for posting this one. You almost transported me back to the hospital I worked at over 20 yrs ago...ps...love the parking lot lines...great way to describe the dash for a pkg spot! Hurry up and post some more! :) Gwendolen
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Date: 5/30/2012 6:16:00 PM
Jag; Thiss kind of things happens all the time. That is life, but do you work in a hospital, or you a doctor? Just curious. many blessings. Lucilla
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Date: 5/30/2012 11:15:00 AM
So sad but so true jag. - Very well written, like it. - oxox love Anne-Lise (nurse)
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Date: 5/30/2012 10:49:00 AM
Good write here jag and sad xx
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Date: 5/30/2012 10:33:00 AM
Very true words you have penned here Jag.Enjoyed the read.Yeah writing poem in an exam hall out of frustration.
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Date: 5/30/2012 10:23:00 AM
Jag, facts of life I am afraid my friend..david
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