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Author Name: FreeSensual Sorceress 27 Comments
Date Added: November 20, 2007 09:11:13 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Do Not Resuscitate

Looking back, I suppose it was the worst sort of irony,
an omen, if you will. When you hear DNR, you never
really think you will experience it in any real sense.
It’s like AIDS, and a host of other horrible things
that you are aware of in some vague, intellectual way.

When someone is lying there, dying, you expect
a fight to save her life. You hold her hand, stroke her hair,
and pray. The glare from the lights, unbearable heat,
low tones, and medical parlance all float in that limbo
of space surrounding you.
Occasionally, something slips through the haze,
lands on top of her blanket, presses on her chest,
and you’re forced to flick it off.

All this is surreal as her lungs fill with water,
her eyes glaze, and her grip relaxes.
A nurse finally suggests you call the rest of the family,
and you cringe. You need to shout, “DO SOMETHING!”
Now, you’re shoved aside as her loved ones fight
to be close to her, closer than they ever were before.

In spite of the madness, you think how sensible
she was to die on your anniversary, granting you
permission to never feign celebration of that day again.
As if she knew all along that your marriage
was beyond even the most radical treatment available.
Later, alone, your husband calls with his monotonous
“happy anniversary,” and you say, “ your Gran
had the right idea.”

You pack a bag, and call the lawyer. When asked
what he can do for you, you remember her last smile,
and smiling, you reply, “I need a DNR.”

Author's Notes:
Long ago and far away
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeMary F. Charest on September 15, 2008 08:34:24 PM Report
You have really captured the feelings on a subject such as this.  It made me all teary eyed.  Beautiful writing.

Mary

Comment By: Freejess on August 14, 2008 07:37:53 PM Report
congrats on the well deserved award......this is a heart tugger....absolutely beautiful though
Comment By: FreeCathy on July 15, 2008 06:24:32 PM Report
Wow loved this everyword congratulations on the award one I must say is so very well deserved Excellent
.......Cathy

Comment By: FreeGay Johnson on February 23, 2008 08:07:45 PM Report

Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on February 23, 2008 04:33:47 PM Report

Its part of the natural rhythm of life, and one you have picked up on here, you only truly understand it when you are close to someone you love when they die.. A loving death is all we can hope for when our time eventually comes.


 


Nice piece,


Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on February 23, 2008 04:33:43 PM Report

Its part of the natural rhythm of life, and one you have picked up on here, you only truly understand it when you are close to someone you love when they die.. A loving death is all we can hope for when our time eventually comes.


 


Nice piece,


Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on February 10, 2008 07:40:59 PM Report
Congrats on the award Jolen - had a nice poetic replybut CP managed to lose when I went one click too far!

 

David

Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on February 4, 2008 08:19:03 PM Report
omg J...this is so very powerful...something i can  truly identify with on so many levels.

your work is always, always so incredible. i absolutely love this one.

thanks for this slice of personal intimacy.

~C

 

Comment By: Freenoah count on January 30, 2008 07:22:17 PM Report
Jolen, an extremely sharp piece, Lorraine Bobbette sharp.  count
Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on January 28, 2008 01:23:42 PM Report
Interesting and terrific write Ms.S, congratulations on this awesome piece!
Tracie~

Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on January 28, 2008 10:15:00 AM Report
So much going on here.  I think there were many areas you had to explore emotionally that even now some of that raw emotion surfaces.  Really enjoyed the poem.
Comment By: PremiumKathy Lockhart on January 27, 2008 04:37:31 PM Report
Oh this touches me deeply. I was taken back to the bed sides of my parents as I watched them take their last breaths-- all those surreal feelings coming back to me. This is done in excellence and deserves this award. Congratualations. Kathy
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on January 27, 2008 11:27:36 AM Report
Well, Ms S.S.:  this is an interesting write and so deserves the Feature Poem Award.

 

Lady D

Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on January 10, 2008 04:46:55 PM Report
Well done, Jolen. You had me right in that room with you. I don't want to do that again, but I guess that's the price we pay for outliving our loved ones. Good work. ML
Comment By: FreeLast Temple Knight on December 1, 2007 03:21:23 PM Report
Truly sad, but some people just don't want to endure pain for longer than what is needed and seek to let their life slip away when the time comes...  very deeply moving write my friend.
Comment By: Freeabby on November 28, 2007 10:21:56 AM Report

Intense and remarkably powerful poem; truly masterly.


Abby


Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on November 22, 2007 05:54:14 PM Report
Very cleverly woven write, my talented Aces. You have a double when-the-fat-lady-sings thing going on here, darlin'...How did you ever think this one up?/....yereverlovin
Comment By: FreeFilthy on November 22, 2007 02:59:17 PM Report
I think Alex got it spot on, sometimes we do need a kick up the arse to realise things need to change. Terrific stuf here Jolen.

Comment By: FreeAdri on November 22, 2007 04:19:40 AM Report
Difficult subject for some, but again, you give it to us, how it is, the truth, the naked truth. 
Brilliant my mentor! 
Adri x

Comment By: FreeHenry M. on November 21, 2007 06:26:52 PM Report
This is just a great write Jody, said with grace and class.  Henry
Comment By: Freeb doneff on November 21, 2007 05:30:03 AM Report

Oh this was a barn burner all right! You know, I never thought of something like this..clever girl, you; sometimes it's worth the breath, and well, sometimes it ain't. Some of 'em, ya definitley need that mask for, lol..oh hell, go ahead an intubate, see what falls apart next. Maybe next time, they'll just need a few stitches, lol..
Really this was supreme...
off to work I go..and when I get home, I'LL need some R&R! lol..
Hope you are well Lovey.
bb


Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on November 21, 2007 02:06:59 AM Report
Ugg, I took this one to the chest. Gran knew a DNR would be needed at a crucial point and you had reached that same degree of hopelessness in your marriage too.
 

I enjoy the straight up and simple language of this poem. I really appreciate the way you capture the feeling of your desperation while she is on her death bed. Most importantly, the parallel of finality that you drew to your own relationship was brilliant. You've tied the two happenings together wonderfully. Very artistically done Ms SS!

 

~Barbara~  

Comment By: PremiumVizualEnsemble on November 20, 2007 10:04:09 PM Report
Only you could bring these words up front so well.
DNR for a marriage.....not a bad idea. But the sadness

I sense lingers in the back of my mind..I have been through

this....it didn't make much sense then, was in that daze...

moving on is usually the best thing ever, sad it takes

death to make us recognise...Great as always.

~Penny~

Comment By: FreeLinear Z on November 20, 2007 01:36:21 PM Report
Sometimes it takes someone else moving on to push us to do something. And there can be no bigger moving on than death.
A deep and interesting peice of writing, Sorceress. As always.
Love,
D.

Comment By: Premiumlionheart on November 20, 2007 12:24:12 PM Report
Sad, but a fact of life..or death.

 

Richard xo

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on November 20, 2007 11:08:22 AM Report
Ms S.S.:  A  DNR for a "dead" marriage.  That is a great idea....sounds like a winner.

But the sadness of the medical necessity is also true.  Though it is sometimes the only sensible kind solution.  Been there with my Dad...

 

Lady D

Comment By: FreeZyskandar A Jaimot on November 20, 2007 09:37:31 AM Report
to j - DNR seems so forlorn so self-defeating AND i guess that's how things 'really are'? should it be YOU'VE instead of you're in the first sentence of 3rd stanza? great ending thanks for sharing regards zaj.  




 


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