Scott Thirtyseven Poet Haibun

Written Between Nights

I’m sufficiently tired, and have time on my own to contemplate. I still reckon I did pretty good; as the following words will convey. There are a few areas where I could have improved, but I will not be documenting them here. 
My colleagues were fantastic. We did a good job in the most dire circumstances.

Here’s to the writing-

This is the problem
the rest of the world can wait.
Life starts with “A”.

gett’n down and dirty
all hands in
fight against nature

I am a nurse
I’m always fighting nature
but then again
nothing heals better

It’s not my job
to make these decisions
It’s my job
to fight the repercussions

she just crashed
you’re wading in the wash
and she was gone…

Somewhere the flood gates opened
and my fingers weren’t big enough
to stem that flow.

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Lisa Ricci March 31, 2017 at 1:24 PM Hello Scott. I turned to this entry at random. I didn't know I would be reading something with such meaning. You are to be commended on being a nurse. Anyone can take a class. Not everyone can pass that class or pass the bedside manner. Nurses are so needed. Thank you for sharing yourself and your entry for we readers see emergency emerging through your words. Well done

James Marshall Goff September 23, 2016 at 11:26 AM way cool......stanza 5 'she just crashed...'narrative/3rd. person all in same stanza....cool...then...floating above unfolding drama, emotional self analysis....fun, thank you! jim

Richard Lamoureux May 26, 2016 at 7:36 PM This provokes thought! My wife is a nurse so I appreciate this perspective. It can be a rewarding and difficult vocation.

Mark Peterson May 6, 2016 at 8:30 AM Completely engulfed by the emotional energy of your words, informed as they were by real intrusions of life and to an extent unseen/unknown by most except during those brief (hopefully) periods of agony and healing. As mentioned in my poem you previously reviewed, the road of life seems all uphill. Congratulations, Scott, on this superb offering.

Andrea Dietrich March 18, 2016 at 9:58 PM seeing this one again . it's so amazing what you do, Scott.

Constance La France March 18, 2016 at 12:03 PM Scott, this is a great write,i enjoyed it and am liking it 7 ~

Jack Horne March 13, 2016 at 4:24 PM powerful write indeed, mate. I know my visit was long overdue! Have a great week : )

Casarah Nance March 11, 2016 at 5:03 PM Hey sweetie, its been too long, great to see you on my post this morning. Sending you hugs and I hope to see you write some more soon. This makes ya think... I like that... "I am a nurse, I'm always fighting against nature but then again nothing heals better"

James Marshall Goff March 4, 2016 at 8:40 PM Yes, valiant, brave poetry, Scott! Enjoyed! Jim

Harry Horsman March 2, 2016 at 9:32 AM Brilliant Scott, the poetry and the words you use come through clear, your haibun form is a joy to read, the shape of seemingly befitting your mood..

Joe Maverick March 1, 2016 at 2:36 AM You obviously are involved in a challenging job Scot, the last lines dig deep in the consciousness.. No your fingers were not big enough, yet no doubt your heart is..' All you can do is more than can be valued, I see here more of the value of spirituality.'

Jan Allison February 27, 2016 at 12:59 PM Thanks for sharing Scott - you work in one of the most challenging and rewarding areas - nursing is a job of intense highs and lows - keep on writing it is so therapeutic to be able to express your experiences and emotions:-) hugs Jan xx7

Hija De La Luna February 27, 2016 at 12:46 AM Beautifully written. I felt everything ...

Andrea Dietrich February 26, 2016 at 7:43 PM gosh, you are a nurse. I did not know it, or maybe I did and forgot? It sounds like a recent happening you are describing. Asad thing. Writing is a good outlet for your emotions, Scott.

Charlie Smith February 26, 2016 at 7:38 PM A tough hand to be dealt for sure. There couldn't be a better outlet to vent from than this. We stay for the wins not the losses. Well written Scott.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 26, 2016 at 11:50 AM - As a nurse myself ............I know exactly how you feel, Scott - A great write - You do a wonderful job - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Emile Pinet February 26, 2016 at 10:31 AM This poem deals with the negative shadows that are often cast from noble deeds. Goodness should be its own reward, but sometimes we find that in the act of doing good, guilt of failure can come back and hurl stones at our accomplishments with dire results. Pain wraps itself around most decisions in life and we must be ready to not only recognize this, but to proceed in spite of the thorns. Emile. #7

Lin Lane February 26, 2016 at 8:53 AM All any of us can do is try our best, whether it's to write a poem or save a life. The importance of being a nurse and holding a life in your handss takes precedence over holding a pen. Thank you for sharing a dark moment, Scott.