The Waiting Room Blues

Cross caution tape to the receptionist.
Notice her polka-dotted plaster pig.
If you tip, is that anti-feminist?
Brown grass well-past harvest as her wig.

An hour in, you cling to pencil tip,
journaling is your partial partition.
A dingy in a sea of noise, you slip,
floundering in sneezy sea of sickness.

No, this poem is not your bodyguard.
Though it serves as gracious ghoonghat now.
Chances are you’re finally marred,
the doctor’s smile turns, a sickly plow.

The cancer’s found; it’s here to stay;
your brain’s on glowing, garish display.


This poem is written for d’Verse’s Thursday Night—- Middles & Turns. Peter is host tonight and invited us to write a haiku or sonnet with a dramatic turn. Join us.

Artwork: Hospital Waiting Room by Michael Salaman

39 Comments

    1. K.Hartless

      Come, John. Everyone knows this is vibrant headscarf worn by women in India. It’s all about preserving the rhyme. This is a most delicate sonnet. 😉 thanks. I wrote a bit of it in a waiting room, but the turn was tonight’s creation. 😆

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      1. K.Hartless

        Yes, but it is a “protective covering’ and she is looking for shielding from the waiting room and/or unknown news, which is why the poem also contemplates women’s roles in society-at-large. 😉 giggling….

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  1. peterfrankiswrites

    Great turn in this – you had me rolling along – gentle smile at the pig, ‘floundering in a sea of sneezy sickness’ a great line – and then bam the turn – ‘the doctor’s smile turns a sickly plow…’ Powerful writing contained these delicate 14 lines.

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  2. kim881

    I like the way you lead us into the waiting room and set the scene with the caution tape and the receptionist’s ‘polka-dotted plaster pig’, which made me smile, as did the comment about the tip. ‘An hour in’ reminded me of past waits as an out-patient and these lines evoked the atmosphere so well:
    ‘A dingy in a sea of noise, you slip,
    floundering in sneezy sea of sickness.’
    The turn is not unexpected, but it comes as a shock all the same.

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  3. merrildsmith

    Oh my! That’s quite a turn. Beautifully done. I think waiting rooms these days are even more places of anxiety (to me anyway), but then to be given that news is such a punch.
    I really liked these lines:
    “No, this poem is not your bodyguard.
    Though it serves as gracious ghoonghat now.”

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