Reflections in the Radio-Oncology Outpatient Clinic, St. Luke's Hospital, Dublin.


the island



wondering
in the waiting room
what
when
whether
it will be me
this time

I watch
the faces
one by one
as they are called
and
as they leave
smiling
resolute
or 
maybe weeping inside
must keep up appearances
as best you can
you can

the floor is shining
almost slippery
and I play at reflections
images of the moon
when as a child
I imagined
rowing out
to the island
rock close covered
by ivy
birch
and deep deep reeds

in the fish tank
coloured creatures
dip and dive
they too
cannot escape
this place
of life and death
but on the island 
I am safe
and even an owl
or moon
cannot disturb
this tranquil mood
no-one can catch me here
I am alone
I am free
for no-one 
knows my name

Mr Humphreys

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Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2010-08-29 at 19:07

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kath
We are safe in these magic spaces .. so secure forever ...... an, as always, deeply moving write from your heart.

xxx
kath
2010-09-12


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
we mark and remark.
love survives the pain
we can never lose love.
Such love.
2010-08-31


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Peter...we all get to that island sooner or later, but no one
will describe being there as well as you have...

xxx Stan
2010-08-30


shells
The reality and dreaming whilst waiting merge, I know that feeling, when your names is called there's no way back.
2010-08-30


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
as they leave
smiling
resolute
or
maybe weeping inside
must keep up appearances
as best you can
you can


That is just how it is:-) You touch reality more than reality touches itself - wonderful writing, thank you

Elle x
2010-08-29