Crash! The emergency doors swing open.
A nurse, trotting, listens critically,
Barks authoritively.
Nurses dash, rush, wheel, turn panting,
Sweating, wiping, mopping.
With dry mouthed concern they
Utter soothing words.
The ‘Accident’ becomes a child.
I hope my poems have some appeal. Although they are not written for an audience something urges me to share them.
People and events have triggered my emotions which expressed themselves in poetic form, not in any regular formal tradition more as an expression of ideas or feelings. The pattern of the poems came from the sound of the words in my mind not from any formal poetic arrangement. Ged