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That Day They Called To Tell Me
By CatGem
15 June 2008

That day they called to tell me
You were crying
You were afraid


You who never cries
You who are so fearless


That day they called to tell me
You were crying
You were afraid


Crying
Afraid


It was hot
Texas August hot
I had patients
Many patients


The number came up on my phone
I stared
            As always
Steeling myself
                     For death


The number came up on my phone
Rising from the asphalt mirage of a Chinese restaurant parking lot
Where I sat
Wilting in the heat 
Writing up an overdue note


Hello?


Breath holding
Waiting


Something is wrong with Debbie
She is crying
She is afraid
She is asking for you
Over and over


Asking for you


Crying
Afraid


Worse than death


The click of the closing phone
The left side of my brain doing what it does
Planning
Organizing
Managing
            Forty-five miles to her
            No gas
            Three patients


Left side clicking away
                              Click
                              Click
                              Click


Its right side twin doing only what it could
                                                           Screaming


She is crying
She is afraid
She is asking for you
Over and over


Asking for you


Driving
Racing
The black banquet table of Texas road
Wincing into the blue-white afternoon
Hearing a voice
         Yes, please, if we could re-schedule... Yes, tomorrow, say for 6:00?  Brilliant. Thank you.
The voice of the left


The right still screaming


She is crying
She is afraid


Standing frozen in the heat outside the doors
Beyond them
Lay a place I could not go
A place from which I could not turn


Pushing past the re-conditioned air
Down the coolness of the hall
The wedges of my shoes
                                   Squeezing soft puffs of heat
                                                                          In their wake

And there you were


Crying
Afraid


Caregivers huddled around your bed

Also crying
Also afraid


They parted like a warm wave
                                     So that you could see me

Not crying
Not afraid


Oh, please
Let you see me
                      Not crying
                      Not afraid


Then came the smile
Your smile

My god, that smile


Overwhelming the fear
That pooled
              In the deep brown vastness
                                                      Of your eyes

Arms up
Arms out

Falling into them
Scooping you
                   To me
Clinging


Wings closing
Boneless
Weightless
Tight

Around me

Reviews

Written by Phil (7001 comments posted) 15th June 2008
Sounds like a very personal piece - very hard to review - but as it's here, I guess you want feedback. 
 
There's a pretty successful mix of narrative/recount and stream of consciousness here. The change from past to present tense helps this. I wasn't keen on all the short lines, but that just might be personal taste. I guess it may reflect a mind under pressure. There were some good lines here, particularly liked: The black banquet table of Texas road. For a piece that is so clearly laced with emotion, I struggled to connect on that level. That may just be me. 
 
Nice website. 
 
Phil

Written by DaleGorder (46 comments posted) 15th June 2008
Cat... 
 
Very nice and Welcome! lol I'm happy you made the long trip. 
 
People seem very knowledgeable here so be prepared to learn in a good way. Friendly critique is exchanged here like lemonade on a hot summer day. Have fun. :)

Written by Josie (2847 comments posted) 15th June 2008
I usually like structured, organized poems, with good metre, but yours was different and fresh. I sensed the urgency in this poem, the wondering, the worry, the confusion, emphasized by the lists and the repetition. We never did find out what happened to Debbie. Are you going to tell us in an author's note? A big welcome to Great Writing from us all.
Thank you all
Written by CatGem (33 comments posted) 15th June 2008
Please forgive me if this isn't the apropriate way to respond - this is my first post - and I certainly welcome any instruction you can give me. 
 
I'm especially happy to learn that "friendly critique is exchanged like lemonad" (smiles @ that analogy) because that is what I need and hope to offer. 
 
I usually won't offer much in the way of Author's Notes, as I believe my pieces belong to my readers once they are read, but will certainly try to answer any questions you may have. 
 
Thank you all so much - Am very happy to have found this site.
Hi CatGem
Written by bobc (51 comments posted) 15th June 2008
The feeling comes thru well. I too am new here, but the advice and comments seem strong and designed to help. 
Keep writing, you do it well.

Written by CatGem (33 comments posted) 16th June 2008
thank you, bob, for taking the time to comment and especially for the encouragement, 
Stephanie
Hey, Steph
Written by OWLcrkbrg (3 comments posted) 17th June 2008
Good to see ya here. This poem works fine for me. The only thing that made me wince a bit is: "wilting in the heat." I have read a lot of your work, and it usually doesn't include word-choices as stale as that.  
 
Thanks for the fine read.
Hey, Steph
Written by OWLcrkbrg (3 comments posted) 17th June 2008
Good to see ya here. This poem works fine for me. The only thing that made me wince a bit is: "wilting in the heat." I have read a lot of your work, and it usually doesn't include word-choices as stale as that.  
 
Thanks for the fine read.
Thanks, Dan
Written by CatGem (33 comments posted) 17th June 2008
This was actually the first piece from months ago that made me say, Alright, damnit, so the muse is not murdered. 
 
It came out almost exactly as you see it here -- which, as you know by now, is highly unusual for The Queen of Revision - but I've left it basically alone. 
 
I can see you're right about "wilting in the heat" - that's something I'd probably have changed on my 80000000th rewrite --- and most likely will in the future. 
 
Thanks for pointing it out, 
S

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