BLUE AND WHITEA Poem by Betty HermeleeAn all-nighter in the ER
Red lights flash, sirens blare weave around crowded city streets bumpy ride a gentle hand white and blue coats rush from patient to patient a hierarchy of illness glaring lights in ER vitals of life or near death
I sit in a hard plastic chair hour after hour desperate to speak, to listen, to confirm confused, I wish to grab anyone, blue or white to validate to verify they rush, without an ear
My eyes close then open with a jerk of the neck, timeless still no word of assurance or alarm
T’s dawn now I wobble to a window squint to see the sky gray mass of concrete greets me too weary to discern
Still upright, though head dances barely conscious I check on my hubby bags drip with life a crooked smile
Sleep comes easy when I recognize all is good enough © 2025 Betty HermeleeReviews
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15 Reviews Added on October 1, 2025 Last Updated on October 1, 2025 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more.. |

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