Welcome to the webspace of a complicated idiot. Late one night I suddenly felt I needed a place where I could display my poetry without setting up a whole webpage or using poetry.com (they're a scam). So here it is. The poems are arranged in the order they acquired their more or less final form. Thank you for visiting and enjoy! Any feedback is always welcome. (Seriously, tear my work to bits so I can improve it!)
December 13, 2016
Hu, R. U. – 52 y.o. F – E3145
Copyright © 2016 Marc Y H Landeweer
Commentary:
The lines of this poem are the silhouette of a person with their mouth hanging open.
The room number in the title has meaning partly in that I was assigned to the E3100 ward at Abbott Northwestern Hospital for my first unit of CPE at the time of the poem's composition. But more significant is that E3145 is an abbreviation for Exodus 3:14 word 5 which corresponds in the Hebrew bible to אֶהְיֶה (ehyeh) the word for “I AM”.
Hu, R. U. – 52 y.o. F – E3145 Who are you, you that lies in that bed? Who are you, you that wears that hospital gown? Who are you, you that eats through that TV show? Who are you, you that lies in that drug addled fog? Who are you, you that wears that network of IV’s? Who are you, you that eats through that serpentine tube? Your appearance is aged, off by two score at least Your skin hangs limp, loose unkempt drapes Your stench offends my delicate nose Who are you, you whose cries I hear each hour? Who are you, you whose tears I wipe with a cloth? Who are you, you whose face I see in the mirror? … I am a child of I AM. 12/13/2016 MYHL
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