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Question: A Poem - Thanks Alobar - Moribund - Do You Like!?
Moribund

The room is painted light green
medicinal clean

A clock overlooks hardware
timing departure

Lines and tubes occupy space
obstacles in place

Chaplain and tissues offered
solace not entered

The waiting game is starting
imminent parting

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The poem feels so sparse and unfeeling, almost like a checklist: works powerfully I think!. Reinforces how death, in those medicinally clean, light-green rooms becomes day-to-day, mechanical, status quo!. Just a process, lacking humanity!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Can I just say - I love that word 'moribund'!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.I don't think I have ever had occasion to use it, but I will try to fit it in somewhere!.

"Look at that little squirrel in the garden, don't you think he looks moribund!?"
"Mrs!. Wilkinson looked a little moribund this morning, as she was getting in the milk"
"Gordon Brown looks moribund to me"
Yep, definitely going to have fun with that word!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

It's a great poem and you have described the hospital to the T the plastic tubing !.I liked the part Chaplin and tissues offered solace not entered Chilly piece and good!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

This is still a touchy subject for me, but your poem with the sparseness and the word moribund does state it well for too many people in the last stages of life!. Well penned!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

It seemed to me like a stand offish yet saddened approach to dealing with death!. What a unique style of writing also!. I bow to your skills!Www@QuestionHome@Com

Revealing stark reality, thank God for Hospice and Home!Www@QuestionHome@Com

I think it is really interesting!. It's not the style I usually write in, but I like it!Www@QuestionHome@Com

OK, now you guys have gone and done it!.!.!.

Very nice, M!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Oh no! It's too much! I'm living it all over again!.Www@QuestionHome@Com