Poem Number 1

I'll be honest and say right now that I've never had an affinity for poetry. For me, a medium that begs for the poet to reveal their emotional selves is difficult to work with. My wife can easily attest to my occasional lack of emotions I am sure. That being said, while this was challenging, I will continue to persist.

THE GREEN BLIP

The green blip races across the screen.

It leaps up, leaving a streaking green trail

and crashes back to the ground

My heart thuds against my chest,

Beating rapidly.

THUD, THUD, THUD

The clear plastic box sits in the corner of the room.

A plethora of pictures are taped to side.

Wires twist and twine toward the box

like tentacles searching for food.

Salty water falls from my face to the floor

DRIP, DRIP...SPLASH

White coats rush in and out.

Pens scratch notes on charts.

The head in the box lifts,

strains against the confines of the plastic prison.

The tiny mouth opens and out comes

NOTHING...NOTHING...NOTHING

The blue accordion in the cylinder

slides up and down

Air rushes in and blows out.

The chest in the plastic box rises and falls.

Days sitting, long hours passing, imperceptible change, fingers

TAPPING, TAPPING, TAPPING.

The green blip, the plastic box and accordion in the cylinder

Pictures, heart beats, pen scratches

The rush of air, the lack of sound

In such a place, that can be as busy as this

It can also be the loneliest place.

LONELY...LONELY...LONELY

The green blip races across the screen

It leaps up, leaving a streaking green trail

and crashes back to the ground

My heart thuds against my chest

Beating rapidly.

THUD, THUD, THUD