White sterile rooms contain the Life Form
Lives linger since we were born
Nurses interrupt with tablets and pills
The Life Form battles adversity and ills
Family gathers outside the door
Silence surrounds as they look at the floor
Memories transform the Life Form inside
Restored youthful beauty before the slide
Into the dark recesses of hurt and pain
Brittle bones now feel the strain
The Life Form encapsulated with tubes and IVs
Eyes stare but they cannot see
A shrieking sound interrupts the rhythm
Life and death—a mysterious schism
Who wants this—the family asks?
While doctors and nurses remain on task
To care for the Life Form slipping away
Papers signed long ago just for this day
Finally it’s over—the machines are removed
Along with IVs and feeding tubes
A green straight line cuts across the black screen
The Life Form escapes to a place serene
Leaving family to mourn its passing
For nothing remains everlasting
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Reviews of "The Life Form"
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on May 20, 2005
Insightful, touching on a very difficult subject with a lot of grace. Being close to death as a family member in situations like this, I fully understand and agree with this write.
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on May 19, 2005
Very profound heart touching poem.
Capturing every emotion, moment so perfectly.
Thank you
Tracey
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on May 15, 2005
No it does not and it is as it should be when one has decided and put it into writing. Excellent write.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
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Capturing every emotion, moment so perfectly.
Thank you
Tracey