The Hospital

Opening line catches the reader

A year ago I fell in love with the functional ward/Of a chest hospital

Seems like an ironic tone talking of the plain and mundane

square cubicles…plain concrete…an art lover’s woe

imagery of the ward at night

bed snored

love can be found anywhere

Nothing whatever is by love debarred

he sees the wonder in everyday things

common and banal

describes the yard and elevates it to extraordinary

inexhaustible adventure of a gravelled yard

real place makes the poem personal

Rialto Bridge

imagery of comfort

seat at the back of a shed that was a suntrap

appreciates life more now

love-act and its pledge

We must love without artificial embellishments

we must record love’s mystery without claptrap

life is short and we must grab those moments of passion

Snatch out of time the passionate transitory