The poetry of Debbie Collins

Helpless

the angels with their white soles
keep interrupting our fragile peace

while the monitors bathe your face
an eerie red

the doctors speak in tongues
I cannot understand

while I hum your favorite song

it’s full of

rivers

music

breath

the beginning to all our stories


When she’s not writing about unredeemable people in bad situations, Debbie Collins enjoys letting her dog drag her around her Richmond, Virginia neighborhood.  She has been published in Third Wednesday, Flatbush Review, and The Wild Word, among others.

One comment

  1. As someone who has spent several times in a hospital, I liked this poem with its inclusion of humble healing by love and gentle melody, while surrounded by a complex of knowledgeable staff and efficient technology.

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