Red Poppies

poppies-by-luc-b-via-photopin-cc
Luc B via Photopin

it hurts
where i’ve forgotten
it hurts
that i remember

unrecovered bodies
still screaming
under a rug
of red poppies

it hurts
this morphine drip
trickle line of
measured grace

hometown hospital
third floor
is where
it hurts

Where does it hurt?
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37 thoughts on “Red Poppies

  1. Describing a morphine drip as a “trickle line of measured grace” is so BRILLIANT. That is exactly what it can be like….such an apt and beautiful description.

    1. I had no idea anybody waited to see what I’d write! Never. Quite the contrary, I have wondered if I consistently bring the pain nobody wants to read, as sometimes I depress my own self. Glad you like to read my stuff!

    1. 3rd floor is very specific. I couldn’t decide whether or not to use the hospital’s ironic physical address which was Iron Street or the third floor. Iron Street, however coincidental seemed too heavy-handed.

    1. Thanks Jen. I’m just writing life as it happens. I’m feeling the need to report on something more upbeat next time…but with a prompt like “Where does it hurt?” …

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