HOSPITAL WARD

POEM OF THE DAY : 20.10.25
  

[Poet’s Note : Form : This poem combines Haibun with 
Specular Fugue, giving a straightforward descriptive journaling type Haibun more analytical depth, making for a more interesting & informative experience for reader, overlaying description with analytic style. ]
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With intense curiosity five kinky haired
African women watched her. Her hair sleek, her skin caramel, 
wearing lilac pyjamas. Nobody instructed her to change into 
hospital gear. She did not understand Tswana. They understood 
English. Her Cuban surgeon was gentle as a lamb. 
Their surgeon was a tough Afrikaner. 

         Afrikaners were toughened by trekking,
         lambs skipping across conquered land.
         Tswana was not an easy language to learn.
         They starched hospital gear to last longer. 
         Lilac her favourite colour, opp-arting her caramel skin, 
         mottled by disease. Her hair from Malaysian and Indian genes, 
         mixed stew genetics, like all from the human race.

Dark eyes observed her struggle onto high hospital bed, 
hip broken, with cartilage in tatters. Noisy Tswana cackles, 
like hens on heat, bombarded her smile. She kept it on, an emoji. 
Slowly the chicken run morphine disco calmed.

           She could not endure morphine chokes or 
           polite falsehood steady. Hens were her evening friends, 
           feeding them a favourite chore. Their eggshell membranes 
           she swallowed for cartilage, her eyes flickering gratitude.

            Gratitude is an abc lesson.
            It is broken eggshells today.
            Teen friends were loyal comrades,
            their feedback raw honest. Being polite
            strengthens boundaries, sometimes.
            Morphine is gold during war.

Cheerily she remarked : “I know you are gossiping about me.” 
All five women burst into raucous laughter, forging new friendships.

       
                 Friendships forged through pain and laughter.
                 Some humans learn via gossip. 
                 Be cheerful about others not knowing.

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hospital wards full
patients support one another ~
laughter kills the pain

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Nicole Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 5:03 PM
Yes, ' laughter kills the pain ' and ' new friendships ' are usually made during such moments. Congratulations Ghario, on Poem of the Day. My best to you. Hugs, Brandy
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:35 PM
ThkU for pop-in. Hugs returned, Brandy.x
Alhemaidy Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 1:10 PM
Very interesting poem/s! Nice read! Congratulations dear lovely sweet Ghairo on your POTD honor!
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:37 PM
Shukran for visit, dearest Farmer-Poet. Hugs to Saudi. X.
Goldsmith Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 10:50 AM
Congratulations on your POTD win. I enjoyed reading your "Hospital Ward" write. Have a wonderful day writing away with your win..............
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:38 PM
ThkU 4 visit, Paula. Appreciate your comment, hugs.
Rodgers Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 9:41 AM
Dear Ghairo, Congrats on POTD! I felt like sitting beside you in that ward. Rituals of survival, humor, and human friction. And somehow, you made it all dance, not away from pain, but through it. Even in the most clinical spaces, poetry can bloom like lilac against caramel skin. Much admiration and warmth, Autumn Blessings, Dear Ghairo, Daniel
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Oh Wow, Daniel ! You always come up with the most heart warming response & I am always humbled & honoured by them. ThkU. Hav a beautiful day, Most Outstanding Poet !, Ghairo
Greenhough Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 9:05 AM
Your story is provoking. It highlights differences and camaraderie world wide. May compassion connect us. We'll written. Congratulations on POTD.
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:46 PM
ThkU for read, Hilda. I couldn’t understand why it was a POTD, then realised it contained humans from several different cultures. Yes, Compassion is the golden key. Blessings.
George Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 6:55 AM
A very interesting poem on hospital life. Laughter is the best medicine to alleviate pain . Congratulations Ghairo on your POTD honor.
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:48 PM
ThkU 4 read, Valsa. Yes, it is. Xx.
Gifford Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 4:13 AM
Hello Ghairo, congratulations on winning POTD with your amazingly beautiful poem. Wishing you a wonderful new week ahead as you celebrate.
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:51 PM
ThkU for visit & comment Zyrool. I do appreciate your response. Best intentions for your week too, Ghairo.
Kitchin Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Ghairo, congratulations on POTD with your wonderful poem.
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:52 PM
ThkU Tania for visit & commitment to the Soup. Love Allways, xx.
Mcintosh Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 2:53 AM
Wonderful writing. So enjoyed. God bless you. Congrats on POTD. Love, Gina
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:53 PM
THANKYOU for read & comment, Gina. Blessings returned. Love, Ghairo
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October 20, 2025 at 2:36 AM
Very good Ghairo, I’ve had nice times and bad times in hospital wards, the worst was when the nurses were awful to their patients, I heard a senior nurse tell an elderly lady, “if you don’t eat your dinner I’ll put you outside.” I wish now that I had reported them for their unkindness…Beryl
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:56 PM
THANKYOU for read, Beryl. Yes, I know, hospitals can be the pits, but we learn so much by spending time there. They are like schools. Blessings your way. Xx.
Andresen Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 1:40 AM
- The atmosphere in the hospital is always a bit special ... some want to talk others don't ... but a little laughter always helps with the pain ... and new friendships are made - A lovely poem, Ghairo :) - Congratulations on your p.o.t.d. ... enjoy :) - hugs
Daniels Avatar
October 20, 2025 at 8:59 PM
Agreed, hospitals are so interesting, once you are out of them & reflect on the experience. Thankyou for read & comment, Anne-Lise. Hugs your way too.x.
Hind Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 2:05 PM
This has so so much humanity in this, Ghairo. I felt like I was there. 'She could not endure morphine chokes or polite falsehood steady. Hens were her evening friends, feeding them a favourite chore. Their eggshell membranes she swallowed for cartilage, her eyes flickering gratitude." that's so deep, it's almost unearthly- you know, you have that effect a fav from me
Daniels Avatar
October 18, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Hug,hug ! Xx
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