Spinning Jenny

You
are somewhere close
yet dislocated, sheltered
in your centered peace
adrift beside all certainty.

We
turn as apron-ed satellites
in matinee of gentle speak,
our mundane, London-Saturday
the soundscape to your stasis.

Surrendered
to this bastion  of valiant
machinery. Your pillars
in this paradise of waiting.

Author's Note

St Thomas's Hospital circa April- there was still hope and belief.

Reviews

[lightsong]

I'm sorry that I'm late to review this my friend, it's deeply powerful, Your painting is highly supreme, I could feel the moments of separation getting near, and I could feel You feeling Your sister as if she was speaking only to You, trusting You... this is haunting my friend, with the most effective poignant ways.

May She ever bless You from above✨🌟✨

[Alistair (Ali)]

No need to be sorry at all my friend! We all lead extremely busy lives and time is precious. I can only get on here once in a while, so I thank you humbly for those kind words.
Have a wonderful weekend my friend, and may only good things come your way.

[Voice Crowe]

A wonderful message old friend.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you kindly- and good to see you!!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

So very sad Ali. In your words, so filled with shock and pain, illness and hospitalization disconnects the “You” from the “We”. The “bastion of valiant machinery”as a Nurse, I know it all too well. Your poignant poem, shows a family by the bedside waiting with hushed breath for a good outcome- for any good omen. Beautifully penned, honest, so eloquent. Blessings and peace wished for you and yours, my friend.

[Alistair (Ali)]

Thank you, so much for those words.The hospital staff are/were amazing and I cannot thank them enough. They did all they could.
Thank you again, my friend.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are so welcome Ali, my prayers and thoughts are with you and yours. God bless. ((Hug))