Uneasy Listening


X-Ray (Photo credit: Adrian Barnes)

Outside the rooms
Time moves slower
Sunlight has a volume
Trickling as gold
Through dirty curtains
The clock beat is ominous
Uneasy listening
And if you were to lean
Up against the wall to hear
You wouldn’t hear
What you want to hear….

Exoskeleton imagery
Who would think such stark pictures
Of one’s insides
Taken here on the outside
Would tell such tales?
Distorted visions and smudges
Like careless fingerprints
Speak volumes to ears
Stopped up with shock

Knowing is not always better
Than ignorance
At times like these we falter
Stepping back
Shaking heads in denial
It would be better
To wait forever for such news
Than to hear this diagnosis
In full

Outside the rooms
You wait to hear your name
To be called to corridors
And offices of pristine light
Where nothing can hide
As hushed voices intone
Uneasy listening
To your hopeless, waiting ears

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Uneasy Listening

  1. oh god Helen – you have described the ‘anx’ so well, the waiting for news that you don;t wish to hear- well done you 🙂

  2. This poem sucks the oxygen from the room it is so intense an ominous and well beautiful because you’ve written it and you are amazing

  3. Skye says:

    I cannot believe how you were able to capture those awful moments waiting. Well done, Sis!

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