Rails and Sheets Like Cornhusks (poem) by Phyllis Jean Green on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on April 7, 2006

Starkly real and thus gripping, Pea. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed on April 6, 2006

Gosh I've been there Pea and know this well.
You've gathered the essence of it, and what
else can you do but laugh or try anyway. I
just make jokes which are funny to me but...
;)

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay

Reviewed on March 23, 2006

Wow...you said it in this poem. It's so hard to know what to say when someone is very ill, perhaps terminal...

Reviewed by Gloria Gay

Reviewed on March 22, 2006

This poem captures a moment many of us have lived through and it does it very well. A slice of reality served in a hospital tray; sad but true.

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 22, 2006

A very stark picture of reality Pea, one that we all will have to deal with at sometime or another in our short visit on this planet.
outstanding writing Pea!
love and peace, Carole

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on March 22, 2006

I concur with Karla below completely, Pea...
Has a moribund air of depression hanging over it ,like a dark cloud...must be that freezing rain, we are getting the same...lols
Peter

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

This sounds more to me that it is the voice of the visitor visiting the sick person in the hospital, perhaps a family member that needs to forgive the sick person before it is too late, and the sick person can't look at the person because of shame, some bad blood went down between them in earlier years. So many times, we don't tell the ones we love that we love them and then one day it's too late and forgiveness has to start all over again down that long road of battlescars. To me, this is a mending-the-differences-poem-before-it's-too-late.

Sage

Reviewed by Only A Poet (Reader)

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

this is so painful and so true. even those who must face death all the time do not become immune to the shock. great and sensitive write.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

This experience touches everyone sooner or later. You are handling it well Pea,which can't be said for all. Well done!

Eileen

Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

It does send chills down the spine, but it is greatly written!(hate hospital rooms)
Birgit and Roger

Reviewed by Constance Gotsch

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

Yup. I remember when I was in a hospital one my poor little student employees came to see me and she looked at me and said 'I've never been in a hospital to visit anyone. What do I do?' I said just talk to me like you would in the cafeteria. This techological-stuff plugged into me is no mre intimidating than the radio station.'

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

Ditto Jerry!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

This is the absolute perfect poem for some poor soul lying there in that steriliized room, withing for someone, anyone, to come to visit. And bring a Big Mac, maybe.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 21, 2006

Pea,

Anyone who's been a patient in a hospital will strongly identify; vivid imagery brings the experience uncomfortingly to fruition. Been there, done that...and it wasn't fun. Visitors don't like hospitals, and neither do those admitted. Excellent verse, realistically described. BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.