Earthrise Rolling Haiku Collaboration 2020
Welcome to the world’s largest annual collaborative poem. The United Nations has designated 2020 as the Year of the Nurse. This is pure kismet on their part — they couldn’t possibly have known what a central part nurses would be playing in all our lives at the present moment. Our seed poem honors them, as well as one of the key figures in the history of English-language haiku, William J. Higginson. Please add your poem(s) in the Reply Box below, ideally at dawn at your location, but any time that you are able. The timeline for this begins at 12:01 A.M. on April 17 on the International Date Line (which is why it seems to have started the day before, for many of us). Your poem(s) may respond to the “seed” poem:
no visitors today I call the nurse again [This is a link from “Lunar New Year,” a renku by William J. Higginson, Elizabeth Searle Lamb, and Penny Harter, published in Elizabeth Searle Lamb’s Across the Windharp (1999).]
or to any of the posted poems, and you can even start a new thread. You may participate as often as you like. All we ask is that you respond to the theme at hand.
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(more a micro-poem than a haiku):
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I visit my niece, the nurse,
at her home;
she blesses me farewell
with a care packet
of masks & hand sanitizer
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(one for the nurturing of motherhood – from maternity to eternity):
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I find her
expecting me There too
in Our Father’s nursery
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Michael (MV) 😎
Thanks, Bona,
for sharing your haiku dedicated to your niece the nurse on April 16th 9:18 A.M..
I relate to the kinship:
my sister’s daughter
my niece
(my parent’s granddaughter)
a dedicated critical care & ER nurse
and respected 1st responder
😎
Michael (MV)
This is for my daughter
SAMANTHA working on one of the busy Front Lines of this Pandemic in Colorado….
nurse doctor anesthetist
intubating lives
daughters oath when pager calls
Thank You 🙏. We Love You…
So Proud of YOU
Love and Appreciate Samantha….Dad
Thank You
the scent of sandalwood
when she moves, the nurse
who reminds me of mother
so many apologies
the nurse who can’t find
my vein
home from the clinic
on my medication notes
a smilie from the nurse
oncology ward
the only colour
the nurse’s red hair grips
hospital shrine
lighting a butter lamp
before his shift
Prayers are folded
into clean sheets;
the bed is cold…
nurse doctor anesthetist
intubating lives
daughter’s oath when pager calls
waking up
after operation –
catching her smile
A big thank you to Jim and the Haiku Foundation for this chance for all of us to get together in tribute to our wonderful nursing staff, it’s an honour to be a part of it. Take care all, I’ve loved reading through each post…stay safe
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our balance
of life and death …
spring equinox
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Brendon Kent (Diary of a Virus 2020)
nurse–
her smile stitches
my cut
I like this!
coming to
the nurse calls her family
on his cell phone
an angelic touch
to wake up for a pill–
nurse’s hand
ultrasound
wiping the gel with care
the young nurse
two dollar raise
but no PPE
expendable
giving hope –
the warmth in the
nurses voice
dawn
a nurse lights
two candles
discharge summary
the nurse’s patience goes
unmentioned
The Angels of Lost Lists Part Zero: No One Is A List
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1. love
2. food
3. hope
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19. the covid number
20. sky for rent
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I’ve built a mythical barn to gather all of us still left alive. The glittering of its bonfire makes me think of difficult acronyms for home.
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HOME: History Of Middle-Earth
HOME: Homeowner Obligation Made Explicit
HOME: Homeworkers Organized for More Employment
HOME: Hourly Ownership of Models for Earth’s (Destruction)
Warmth is fleeting, due to the many gaps in the memories of before.
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it’s a spider night
we huddle under stars
surveilling us
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Alan Summers
Weird Laburnum (April 2020)
H-here
O-on
M-my
E-Earth
Hello
Once
Maybe
Enough
.
Twice
Is
Maybe
Easy
third miscarriage
the nurse’s advice:
“Be kind to yourself!”
long hours shifts
pizza carton boxes piled up
in the nurse office
diagnosis
the nurse at the door
dries my tears
waiting for her replacer
who never came, nurse
starts a second shift
into the darkness
of my hospital room
the night nurse
Bright star
in the dark night
silently enters my room
nurses are angels without the wings
Chrysalis sheds one drop of blood
Then is born
nurses’ scarred faces
in intensive care
the shape of their mask
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Brendon Kent April 2020 (Diary of a Virus)
*Pictures are released showing intensive care doctors and nurses after relentless shifts removing their masks…they look shattered and have extremely sore faces after having their masks on for such long periods.
wild pansies …
the nursing staffs’
war-torn faces
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Brendon Kent April 2020 (Diary of a Virus)
*news reports on the immense pressure our nursing staff are under but also the nursing staff who haven’t made it through…
worn on the chest
of whoever it is
the nurse’s face
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Brendon Kent April 2020 (Diary of a Virus)
*Doctors and nurses are wearing photos of themselves on the front of their suits to make them seem less frightening
PPE shortage …
the nurse with the patient
holds her breath
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Brendon Kent April 2020 (Diary of a Virus)
*this regrettably is a true story
the thermometer
longer in her mouth
the chatty patient
breaking down
on the hospital steps
a nurse’s intentions
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Brendon Kent April 2020 (Diary of a Virus)
*At great risk to themselves, the frontline hospital staff are fighting a never ending battle 24/7…their resolve tested daily and at great cost.
Lack of PPE and equipment means the nurses and doctors often work with little protection…they are the heroes.
nurses know
an economical fold
toilet paper
assurance granted
you don’t have it at home
behind closed curtains
closing
her unseeing eyes
long shift
longer still
the drive home
hailstones–
her soft glance
on my wound
*****
falling leaf–
the nurse replaces
vase water
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milky moon her whiteness over the tired eyes
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nursing home greeting with the first smile
*****
Emergency room
nurses still remember
my Batman underwear
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twilight thickens
into the cry of a baby
shooting stars
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i.m. Mary Agyeiwaa Agyapong
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NOTE:
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Mary Agyeiwaa Agyapong is a British nurse who worked and died on the wards despite being nine months pregnant.
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I would have preferred her to be sent home, not to work.
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We needed her alive and safe to work another day and have the right to enjoy her new family:
https://edition.cnn.com/2020/04/16/uk/nurse-dies-coronavirus-baby-intl-scli-gbr/index.html
This is so tragic. Her baby will never know her mother and will forever be reminded of Covid-19. Thanks for remembering Mary Agyeiwaa Agyapong.
Thank you. I think she was six months pregnant, possibly entering her seventh month. The health workers are running out of protective gear right now, as the government avoided many opportunities to purchase more over the last several weeks.
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I feel we need a Front Line Memorial, in every country, for those who have fallen. And that it includes all those who work in hospitals (porters, cleaners, kitchen, admin, nurses, doctors, surgeons etc…), as well as teachers, care home staff, as well as all the underpaid under appreciated people who clean our streets or protect them in other ways.
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I also feel there should be a World Memorial to recognise everyone regardless of race etc… so that we pay homage to all of them regardless of nationality, creed, religion, etc…
I think you need to make this a reality Alan. You start the petition and I’ll be first in the queue to sign it.
I can’t get over our woeful HS, if he can think it right to contemplate a badge when more serious issues were afoot, he certainly does not deserve such high office.
Hi Rob,
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Although Mary is British (I don’t want to put her in the past tense), and I have signed various petitions, there is this one. All those non-British nurses who are putting their lives on the line for us, and will suffer uncertainty about the whole EU and UK situation, is disturbingly low on signatures:
https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/305129
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But I am perplexed and disgusted about the government’s attitude towards nurses, that they should only be thanks, unprotected and underpaid, and have some sort of Badge if they survive.
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I don’t like this modern post-European Britain attitude at all.
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I just found the fund! I’ll make a donation, it can be just symbolic, but I have to do something:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/our-beloved-marymo-yesu-maame
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Thanks Rob! And hope to ‘see’ you soon!
nurse’s lullaby
lifting
the morning mist
Nice.
off duty
the blue lights they see
in their dreams
I like it
Chrysalis sheds one drop of blood
Then is born
home visit nurse
extra to her workload
unflinching care
urology
the nurse asks
if I’m married
hospital lounge
on the radio
nothing else matters
accustomed
to her wail- nurse injects
sedatives
Hi Radhamani
This verse reminds me of the poem by Dylan Thomas (1914-53)
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‘Do not go gentle into that good night’
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Keep well.
end of shift
the old nurse leaves her smile
with the new nurse
sequestered in a hotel
a tired nurse messages
her own feet
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
it’s a kind of magic
nurses handling
hot pies
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Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
U.K
ringing out the waves
a ferry blasts
for carers
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rings of hope
in the ferry’s wake
for carers
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Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
U.K
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https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=2&ved=2ahUKEwieq4P9s_HoAhUNThUIHR21Dx4Q0PADMAF6BAgDEAk&url=https%3A%2F%2Fmetro.co.uk%2F2020%2F04%2F17%2Fwoolwich-ferry-doughnuts-thames-support-clap-carers-12570579%2F&usg=AOvVaw2vyBSX5bEEk8bs9thAQ8e4
first light
night nurses coffee
cold in the cups
Nice Carol!
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lip service…
each nurse knows
the power of words
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Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
U.K
Thank you, Robert.
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night closes in …
knowing what to say
and when to
hospital bedside
enough silence
to hear a pin drop
Thursday 8pm —
a mass applaud
to raise the spirits
night shift
her crisp packet
carries the ward
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corridor painting…
the nurse from the ward
asks if We’d like tea
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Seaman’s hospital
blacked out windows
in the waiting hall
Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
U.K
Balm of Gilead
wanting so to heal
her raw hands
only a nurse
describes snowfalls better
than a poet
Nice!
how the nurse on the phone
empowers me—
my first child’s seizure
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
compassion fatigue no bed deep enough
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
bravo
she holds her tears
until no one can see
her strength under pressure
nurseline
she keeps talking with me
’til my nosebleed stops
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
mask peeled off
longed-for morning coffee
hours after midnight
.
holding it in
the double duty nurse
conserves ppe
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
holding it in
the double duty nurse
conserves ppe
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
everything feels safe
she places a face mask
on her nurse doll
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
little thought
for what the nurse carries
home…
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Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
U.K
pandemic shift after extra shift
My daughter, the nurse Her hands guided by God’s grace Connecting with souls.
Quiety checking
On sleeping patients’ vitals
A gentle, soft touch
past midnight
after comforting the dying
she returns to me
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Ron C. Moss
Sorry, I rewrite this one
hospital video call
he tells me I love you
in every languages
hospital video call
he tells me Iove you
in every languages
nursing never enough ways to say it angels
front line an angel in a plastic garbage bag
Very striking
Thank you, Marion.
neo natal
if only one might have
been hers
maternity ward for a little while her child
a girl
in nurses’ uniform –
the smiles
everyday job death wish such an ask
nearing the end
of a chaotic shift
still the love
dawn’s sickly light
her hand warm
her eyes welcome
dad’s nurse
as if he were
her dad’s
the long dark nights
the struggle to live
you were there
night watch dad determined never to leave us
grabbing
daylight stars
she tells us
it’s normal
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Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
U.K
perched on the loo
while a nurse holds my drip:
my inner kid in stitches
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(Pulse, 13th September 2019)
catheter leak
her ability to console me
with a wink
nursed to her end
questions remain
who killed the bat?
care home…
her frequent falls
his strong muscles
20 hour shift
the nurse cries from fear
& desperation
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hospice care
he calls the nurse
mama
covering the body
while weeping
over her mask
discharged
the smile of a nurse
takes me home
I like this one.
Thank you Corine😀
Beautiful!
rainbow-coloured scrubs
for the performance poet
cancer nurse
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For Cathy
nurses
nursing
nurses
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kjmunro
Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada
hospital window
a trail of dew draws
my thoughts
Otata, Sept. 2018
distant star
I wonder about my school friend
who studied nursing
last breath . . .
a nurse turns mother
toward the light
.
pandemic
the beak she wears
on her mask
.
empty womb . . .
a nightingale comforts me
through the night
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Debbie Strange (Canada)
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I hope you are all safe and well as we write our way through this darkness. Shine on!
Oh that first one, Debbie…
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Okay in our household so far, but I just saw an ambulance take a neighbour away. Although I don’t know which house it was, I’m praying they will recover. 🙁
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Stay safe.
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marion
Thanks so much, Marion. We are safe here, and people are, for the most part, obeying the social distancing rules.
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Well wishes to you and yours, Debbie 💔
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simple kindness
how the nurse helps her
to walk again
.
adjusting pillows
before the night spreads
his final round
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great aunt Faye
the bell in her voice
still ringing
.
flowering tulips
retelling the story
how she survived
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back from the shelter
she names her new cat
after the nurse
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deep gratitude
when nothing is expected
rainbow windows
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Xenia Tran
Beautiful verses full of hope and gratitude, Xenia.
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marion
Thank you kindly dear Marion, so much to be grateful for xxx
💔
another shift over…
who takes care
of the carers
Ah, you made it here, Carol!
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A very pertinent question indeed.
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Stay well.
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marion
Only just, Marion.
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I’ve often wondered. These people who care for us with such dedication, it was tough before…
Everything I do, is with more thought not to become a burden. Yesterday was a chainsaw and sledge hammer day…
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You too stay safe and well.
fever dreams
on the nurse’s face
tears
…
touch
of a butterfly wing
her cool hand
…
iron worker
he apologizes again
for being sick
…
home at last
don’t kiss mommy
nurse whispers
…
in scrubs and masks the new caped defenders
…
……………….Peggy Hale Bilbro
……………….Alabama, USA
Very Nice Peggy
Thanks Michael. There are so many powerful haiku here!
PPE
the nurse’s FB photo posted
by her proud mama
Based on a post this morning by my husband’s first cousin. It seems her daughter has only received PPE now.
I hope her daughter remains safe and well.
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What an avoidable shambles!
all eyes
on the young male nurse
female geriatric ward
Marion, brilliant!
end of his shift
the new male nurse
sighs all around
ooh, matron words the doctor never said
🙂
thanks, we need humour to get through this!
spring snowfall-
the nurse pulls
the crash cart
Giovanna Restuccia
Italy
above my bed
blue haze
my nurse’s eyes
dying at home —
the nurse yells with her hands
for his photograph
first pregnancy
suddenly interested in her stories
from midwifery
monochrome photo
my midwife auntie tells me
I was her first
maternity ward
the midwife’s Irish accent
makes me feel at home
first pregnancy
all ears for Mum’s tales
from her midwifery days
midnight run
my mother on call
delivers a baby
playground swing
how his nurse mother’s heart beats
in two places
mom’s nursing pin
years after she died
still in my drawer
beehive hair do
her retro pin doubles
as a nursing pin
above the mask
only his eyes
naked
infections doubling
the nurse
resuses her mask
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end of shift
the nurse drives home
in tears
start of shift
she washes her hands
of the rising fear
nightingale —
a heart keeps singing
to the darkness
lady of the lamp
how her heart weeps
inside
Edit
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lady of the lamp
how her heart weeps
from the inside
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Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
U.K
familiar tune
how a nurse humming
can help
christmas eve
she leaves for her night shift
my sister the nurse
faceless women
morning and evening
on rubber soles
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night without silence …
the blinding light
in the infirmary
***
tired
practically bare hands
nurse
a nurse
walks into a bar. . .
someday
practicing squats
for core strength –
ambulance nurse
first almond blossoms
she rearranges his pillow
for a better view
finishing touches
some roses for the patient
with no visitors
This is so beautiful about the loving kindness we see from carers and nurses Marion, thank you so much for sharing xxx
this cold in my bones
my mind wanders
unknow places
another shift
our niece recycles
another mask
SEED POEM
-haiku sequence-
Motto:
where culture
begins – a rustic
rice – planting song
Matsuo BASHO
sowing words
to the appropriate whey
a book comes to light
sowing rice
the young farmer hums
an ancient song
sowing corn
behind the farmer
hungry crows
green wheat field
in the purple twilight
waving slowly
the blue eyes
of the wheat field;
two chicories
end of the field –
a new lit way for
the harvest sanctified
bringing offer
under the icon of Virgin Mary
a crown of wheat ears
drinking together
a cup of sake in the honor
of new harvest
“Houseparty”
four of her patients died
during her last shift
How true your words, Frank.
This needs printing off ‘large’ and hung in a convenient place for all to see, maybe the message will hit home, its still going on, and lock-ins.
clapping for her –
the nurse takes the wrong
turning
New Corona virus—
new midwife’s and new mother’s
eyes meet, over their masks
the dead of night
the nurse rests her cheek
on the palm of hand
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Marta Chocilowska, Poland
disturbed sleep…
the nurse reliving
her mistakes
night shift
the desk nurse writes herself
into the injury book
Compassionate eyes
Convey caring and concern
Above facial masks
Cocooned tight, soft voice
Pours the salve of compassion
Despite dimming light
stretching my legs
around the corridor and back …
she holds my hand
hospital window
a woman sings
a lullaby for her child
Haiku Windows: hospital window. May 9, 2018
took me years to stop saying
my brother-in-law
is a male nurse
Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY, USA
@haikutopia
night nurse
gently she wakes me up
with pills in her hand
her touch
on my child’s forehead
as gentle as mine
hospital garden
a nurse picks up
a tiny forget me not
Eufemia Griffo Italy
summer meadow
the nurse’s blue eyes
behind her mask
for the nurse
who has lost her smell
origami rose
school nurse’s office
student with low-grade fever
waits for test results
Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY
@haikutopia
labor and delivery
the nurse voices
my pain
Tia Haynes, USA
the scuba divers
with masks and oxygen tanks
swim with the nurse sharks
Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY
@haikutopia
butterfly tattoo
on the nurse’s hand
wings open and close
through rising window
many– more than dreams
birds in her eyes
Those who mop floors
as those who mop brows fulfil
an essential role.
No evidence of
compassion in politics.
Manufactured words.
isolation ward
the nurse’s gloved hand
in a dying palm
Very Poignant Marta!
Thank you, Robert
Best wishes,
Marta
Marta Chocilowska, Poland
pouring rain
the nurse slows
the IV drip
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Billy Antonio
Laoac, Pangasinan
reflections in glass
ghosts of us
still in the world
cloud break moon
behind the mask
the nurse’s kind eyes
ICU nurse
the chapped lips
under the mask
end of night shift ~
all nurses send a selfie
to their loved ones…
he cries for prayers ~
he sleeps for 24 hours
after 5 weeks’ shift…
The 95 year’ old lady
howls at the caring nurse ~
no visits allowed
end of night shift ~
all nurses send a selfie
to their loved ones…
he cries for prayers ~
he sleeps for 24 hours
after 5 weeks’ shift…
The 95 year’ old lady
howls at the caring nurse ~
no visits allowed
ICU
the same nurse welcomes me
back to life
***
gloomy day
the nurses headscarves
in clowns
hospital car park
where her red Honda used to be
gleam of hoar frost
coming to
the nurse’s smile
and a cup of tea
children’s ward
he moonwalks
the medication trolley
blossom viewing
aglow on a nurse station
screen saver
Nice Michael!
end of night shift
she draws the curtains
to the sun-light peaks
somewhere between
wakefulness and sleep
the nurse’s smile
her touch of the curtain
the morning light streams in
.
just a second
of passing out, the hands
of a nurse
nurse
the sorrow
behind the mask
Marilyn Ashbaugh
Edwardsburg, Michigan
between shifts
the student nurse
snatches some sleep
always a nurse:
my Pilates instructor
volunteers
a nightingale singing through the night shift
proning …
my first thought?
poppies as far as eye
crisp in white
the nurse breezes in
a bad dream ends
:
covering a yawn
nurse coaxes me to sit up
facing the sun
excruciating pain
the midnight nurse soothes
me in a voice like mom’s
as in surrender
my limp hand in hers
nurse at dawn takes my pulse
after pandemic
who will treat
the nurses’ ptsd
.
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
I’ve had this in my mind all morning. Just could not nail one of my lines.
Well done!
Poignant.
another hospital
named for a nurse
who washed her hands
.
— Marietta McGregor
During the Crimean War, Florence Nightingale was instrumental in introducing basic hygiene practices in hospitals. She is honoured today.
https://theconversation.com/florence-nightingale-a-pioneer-of-hand-washing-and-hygiene-for-health-134270
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Prince Charles opens the Nightingale Hospital in London.
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-52150598
Indeed! Marietta.
Nicely crafted.
Shows how green some of these politicians are.
park ave…..
strong nurses bring patients
to refrigerator trucks
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
shooting star —
the palliative care nurse
fetches pethidine
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— Marietta McGregor, publ. Cattails Senryu Section, September 2015
fingers of god
my emergency nurse
has monk’s ears
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— Marietta McGregor, publ. Blithe Spirit, August 2018
nursing home—
nurses are family
and funeral directors
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
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nurses’ strike
doctors’ dilemma
Here is my revised take:
nurses’ strike
doctors’ dilemma
ends how
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jaundice moon
the nurse’s comforting words
my first night
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PPE shortages
handwashing
with gloves on
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bruised tissue
“you’ve hands of an angel,” she says
as I inject
.
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Claire Vogel Camargo, RN
washing hands
comes naturally
to nurses
unable to distance
how nurses become
part of the curve
.
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
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even when it’s off
the nurse’s mask
still feels on
.
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
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in the midst of covid-19 —
nurses become
funeral directors
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wendy c. bialek
az, usa
Sorry, Posted earlier without a gap between haiku.
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midnight shift–
a nurse pauses to
spread blanket over a patient
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daisy smile–
a nurse’s stethoscope listening
to a child’s heartbeat
.
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a visit from
my nurse blotting
the blue of hay fever
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consultation–
a nurse’s sweet voice healing
my doubts
.
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Neelam Dadhwal,
India
midnight shift–
a nurse pauses to
spread blanket over a patient
daisy smile–
a nurse’s stethoscope listening
to a child’s heartbeat
a visit from
my nurse blotting
the blue of hay fever
consultation–
a nurse’s sweet voice healing
my doubts
nurse’s day off
surging new face masks
from fat quarters
.
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
winter freeze
the nurse
tucks me in
typo corrected:
nurse’s day off
serging new face masks
from fat quarters
.
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
she saves them all
in her dreams –
wild violets
robyn brooks
usa
sharing a vent
the nurse and his
covid-19 patient
…..
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
on the nurse’s iPhone
someone’s last breath
.
wendy c. bialek
az,usa
mid-evening
the nurse’s re-stapled mask
leaves an opened cut
.
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
on to the fire
with out a hose
today’s nurses
…
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
edited:
on to the fire
without a hose
today’s nurses
…
wendy c. bialek
az, usa
lifting patients
until she became one
windblown tree
the nurse enters
with a bright smile
lavander blooms
.
Billy Antonio
Laoac, Philippines
correction
.
the nurse enters
with a bright smile
lavender blooms
.
Billy Antonio
Laoac, Philippines
morning chill
the warm voice
of the nurse
.
Billy Antonio
Laoac, Philippines
torrential downpour
her twelve hour shift
goes on and on
nurse grandmother
we say mammary glands
instead of boobies
leaving the nurse
his fortune
childless tycoon
gently cleaning her crevices
rolling her body
as if still breathing
*
venting in the lunch room
air blue with
humanity
*
I hold her hand
that squeezes mine
with a smile
*
taught never to run
it alarms the other
residents
*
handover
from the harried
to the fresh and clean
yellow fever…
seeking the dark nurse
of immunity
discharge day
half empty at the nurse station
a box of milk tray
.
admissions day
how time changes
the nurses uniform
.
remembering when
slap and tickle was part
of a nurses day
.
first shift
the rattle of bed pans
in the sluice room
shift change
a full complement of staff
dissipates
nit nurse
losing count of how many times
I say ouch
endoscopy-
in a cauldron of eyes
he swallows his pride
.
blood test
a new shade of pale
in the braggarts face
twilight owls
watch over
malignant pigs
.
through tall buildings
clapping for angels
in human form
.
a Stetson
for the secretary
spouting PPE lies
.
clapping
for Our NHS
rounds on green ears
.
cowboys have fun
but Indians they make
better doctors
.
when the chips are down
it takes a nurse
to will you round again
.
Robert kingston
Chelmsford
United Kingdom
hospital corridor
how these walls talk
in the hours of darkness
when the chips are down
ball gowns are no substitute
for scrubs
Robert Kingston
Chelmsford
United Kingdom
long hours
short on sleep
another body
*
each recovery
ephemeral Joy
as many die
*
bruised face
giving
kind eyes
distress
among nurses—
full moon
optimal care—
the nurse’s shaving
smooth as glass
hospital doors
the comings and goings
of a winters day
.
post op
the warmth
in the nurse’s hand
.
post op
a warm smile
from the ward cleaner
.
her gentleness—
as if he was a paper
maple shedding bark
.
nurses discuss
their favorite restaurants
the smell of latex
.
Nice.
the elderly bask
in the glow
of her warm smile
dawn light
a nurse’s shadow
crosses the threshold
spring rain
the chemo nurse
calls me Bill
Great!
a retired nurse –
the new day erases
all the memories of her
closing the front door
she takes off her mask
waning moon
I like it, Anna!
*
the elderly
appreciate her smile and
her warm touch
*
It is 6 am here in Aotearoa!
.
what are the odds
a joke with the nurse
that I might die
.
Alan Summers
.
note: I had a procedure that had 1 in 200 chance that I could die, so I asked if I was number 199.
Nurses have a terrific sense of humour!
Yours isn’t bad, Alan
It was funny as the ambulance crew kept giving me nitro, and a doctor stopped the emergency room staff from doing likewise as it would have killed me. So I just had to pull the nurse’s leg and check what number I was, after all she might have just seen 199 people! 🙂
attending to me
on my sick bed
she became my wife
applause at last
mother was a nurse
for forty years
some are born
to inspire others …
Florence Nightingale
A tribute to my mom too.
Thanks!
low mood
the mental health nurse
told no-one
Tim Gardiner
night duty
she puts someone else’s
baby to sleep
Powerful.
Wow, I love this, Vandana!
Thank you, Kat 😊
somewhere between
wakefulness and sleep
the nurse’s smile
Prayers for All !!!
**************
one in
every other family
and thankful for them
*********************
pacing themselves
without any sleep
health professionals
********************
dawn
acknowledging
the shift change
***************
casualty dept
I ask the nurse
wheres your mask
.
where angels dare
a ward full of nurses
without PPE
.
spring duties-
nursing newcomers with love
day after day
COVID-19 chaos—
the nurse activates
her CALM face
Correction
COVID-19 chaos—
the nurse activates
her calm face
Bettter!
Thanks 🙏
someone’s someone
working without a mask
beginning a shift..
he leaves the scent
of clorox
breaking
my reflection
irises in the window
sex of newborn
first from the mouth
of nurse
seeing their faces
as she tries to sleep
in a hotel bed
in ICU rooms
health care workers give their all—
know that we see you
.
Eleven is an Even Number: The Covid Chronicles
.
different windows
the movement of the sun
around confinement
.
house arrest
the plague runner
enters our breath
.
friendly cat
its owners become
the front line
.
street applause
we recognise our heroes
are nurses under fire
.
birthday cards
in their protective casing
the evening shudders
.
blinkered sun
two metres translated
in wrong numbers
.
nightzoning
streetlights pick out
the sputum
.
Easter Quarantine
the daylight sparkles across
yet another nail
.
Easter Sunday
I fill another hollow
with antiseptic
.
Easter Internment
moonlight carries a warning
across my backyard
.
new day rising—
I spread the butter
and talk to my egg
.
Alan Summers
weird laburnum ed. Michael O’Brien (Easter Monday, April 2020)
Nice work.
Gosh, it wasn’t nice on the day! I think plague runners (joggers) should wear masks or spit masks, and the same for the speed cyclists.
.
I’ve never envied nurses especially on Friday and Saturday nights after the boozers shut, but now they have to deal with so much more!
‘plague runners’
I see this every day, and cringe.
.
A smashing collection of verses, but this one stands out, for me. Great words, and thanks for posting it.
Thanks Carol! 🙂
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Sadly we are denied the 3 minute walk to the meadow behind us as it’s too dangerous due to joggers and cyclists not wearing masks, and other things.
.
We just go out once a week, but at least we do have a lovely little house with a small but private walk around. But so busy we need to stay where there’s wifi!
.
I still cannot believe how much the NHS staff (all of them) are sacrificing for us in the UK without support from the government. It took 99 year old military veteran Captain Tom Moore to raise, £20,000,000 (TWENTY MILLION Pounds Sterling) by walking around his ‘drive’. I’d rather have him head up the UK government anyway!
.
I think that is awful you can’t safely walk so close to your home because of other’s selfishness, just as well you are both careful people and work from home.
.
Yes, these dedicated people risk their own lives, and still some members of the public are breaking the guidelines every day. So very sad.
.
Captain Tom, he certainly sorted the men from the boys, I sincerely hope the government will take his masterful lead, some are born leaders, he is one of them, he has admiration and respect from all over the world which is more than the governments have. Well done, Sir.
The logistics of getting this all sorted is massive but this is a rod they have made for their own backs by not closing everything down sooner.
.
Take care you two.
Hi Carol! 🙂
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Again we are losing some of our finest generation, more than 80 NHS workers are dead, though lack of backbone and competence from a bunch of politicians who don’t know how to do, but can certainly say a lot, mostly double-talk!
.
Captain Tom Moore did an amazing job, over twenty-three million pounds sterling!
🙂
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Just one man, and family, achieving so much, a real human on all levels, finally being honoured all over again for his service to the country. By country I mean humans, not shareholders, politicians’ multiple homes, corporate billionaires, Richard Branson etc…
.
It takes a 99 year old person to do the job right, incredible, and wonderful! 🙂
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Yes, the current bunch of weird just-talk politicos reduced our vital services in all areas, and where has the money gone? There does need to be a giant memorial wall of all those keyworkers in all walks of life, and in Parliament Square, or nearby, to show those who do, and those who just continue to talk.
newborn’s first cry
soft delicate touch
of nurse’s hand
her needle piercing
straight sunbeam of smile-
on my face
retired nurse
each night she fluffs
the cat bed
shooting star
the night nurse names
my newborn ‘hope’
registrar
a blue mask hides
deep dimples
dawn
i heard granny’s song
from the nurse
nasal pre med
the staff nurse
punctures the moon
first snow
i call a nurse
to look at
cherry blossom
the tired look
of a nurse
countless babies
delivered by lantern light
country midwife
nurses station
patients in wheelchairs
leaning to one side
my niece declares
she’s found her calling –
first 16 hour shift
Nice.
Thanks!
She’s now handling covid + patients.
And yes, she activates her CALM face in front of her patients each day.
Thanks, Bona,
for sharing your 2020 haiku
I relate to the kinship:
my sister’s daughter
my niece
(my parent’s granddaughter)
the dedicated critical care & ER nurse
and respected 1st responder
😎
Michael (MV)
Sunrise
blinds the
night nurse
morning fog
Dad tells the nurse
he had a good night
nurse station
a round of applause
for the virus survivor
theatre assistant
always ready to mop
a patient’s brow
Excellent verse, Robert!
Thanks Kanjini Devi
soilsíonn dia
san uile ní –
sa víreas féin
in all things
god’s radiance –
in the virus itself
her eyes and soft voice
I see Florence nightingale