Stanislavsky's
Unit
Oxygen
tubes tickled tiny
hairs
in my nostrils.
Monitored
leads left doodle
lines
on the overhead scope.
I
stared at circular tracks
in
the ceiling thinking they
looked
like toy train rails,
only
upside down. Life doesn't
flash
through the mind while
irregular
beats blip on
rhythm
strips; soap-opera
scene
starring me is what my
brain
believed.
(Previously
published in 1988, The Writer, Inc.)
Lois Greene Stone, writer and
poet, has been syndicated worldwide. Poetry and personal essays have been
included in hard & softcover book anthologies. Collections of her personal
items/ photos/ memorabilia are in major museums including twelve different
divisions of The Smithsonian.
Dear Lois,
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking me bedside in Stanislavsky's Unit. We need more poems like this one which helps us face such experiences when they come to us in life.
Blessings and hoping for more poems from you.
Michael
Lois,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed "Stanislavsky's Unit." Thank you for sharing it and continued blessings!
-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
Thanks for sharing this with us Lois, I enjoyed it very much. Cheers.
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