Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Whispers from San Lorenzo Ward

I have known of a castle great
blasted winds; fumes from the east
groaning walls of complications
from diseased demon incantations
nights that i lay beside
the Artisans of Apollo reside
my needle tortured fingertips
to third degree antibiotic drips
from rooms of inconstant lights
uncertain curtain frights
ghosts that visit me hourly
getting signs of my vitality
collecting juices from my guts
boredom made me nuts
if only i had squashed the thing
i would never be guest to a king

12 Angelic comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

in memory of the hospital who tended me for five days,
thought i was going to die.

Noah the Great said...

I linked to you on my blog, too.

Sounds like a rough time--
Glad you made it out alright.

Good write.

Gerald Galindez said...

Thanks for the comment mate.
its my second life!

d SINNER!!! said...

:) second life...

live it up then!!!

Gerald Galindez said...

i surely will.

as long as my pen writes!

kathleenmaher said...

Your poem evokes so much feeling, feelings, I imagine everyone has known--or always knows--and no one but you conveys in just this way.

Gerald Galindez said...

i never imagined i could get so much from writing poems.

a sense of relief and satisfaction
happiness of sharing utmost thoughts.

thanks kathleen,

now i realized.

ekhosama said...

King, that must have been some illness (was it illness?) I'm glad ur alright.

I like ur poetry. Props, always look up to the sky, ok, cause ur a really bright person.

Gerald Galindez said...

thanks for the comment ekhosama,

the "king" that im referring to was the doctor who tended me, he has the characteristic of being rude so i portrayed him as tyrant of my fragile state.

BTW, illness can be, got good imaginations too ek.

im going to link you up. is that ok?

have a nice day mate.

flyingstars said...

lovely have crafted it beautifully!

ekhosama said...

gosh that doctor is dumb then. Yes, u can link me and I'll link u too. thx Gerald.

Gerald Galindez said...

thank for the comment flyingstars,

its an innate feeling really to write poems that are of great significance to a person from a dying experience..

HAve a nice day.,

and ek, i think the doctor is really over reacting to my illness, so he ended up looking like a business man than a doctor.