Door one is for those with questions about their disability check.
Door two is for those who didn’t get their disability
check.
Door three is for those who can’t find a doctor to treat
their disability.
Door four is for those who have been denied their
disability.
Door five is for those who were Sectioned Eight, no
disability.
Door six is for those seeking legal advice.
Door seven is for those whose paperwork never not submitted, go back to door one.
Door eight is for those who got kicked out of the shelter, go back to door six.
Door nine is for those suffering hallucinations, go back to door three.
Door ten is for those deemed a danger to themselves by door three.
Door eleven is for those who exhausted one through ten.
This poem is linked to dVerse and the inspiring post from Peter Frankis in Australia,
commemorating poetry, line breaks (when and how to take a breath) and endings, metaphorically and visually.
And, finally, may none of us have to frequent this hallway. Breathe
21 comments:
So good this - how each line ending is different but the same, and on and on. It reminds me of so much of today's 'welfare' approaches - the automated telephone response, the endless filigree of options - none of which help at all. I agree with you, may we never find ourselves down that dystopian corridor. Terrific stuff Yvonne and thanks for responding to the prompt.
Peter,
Thank you for the wonderfully inspiring post. Dystopian, it is, and I hadn't thought of it as such.
This is great! I love how you connected the entire poem and how fun it is!
Christine!
Hi there, and thanks! I appreciate you taking the time to post a comment.
the gruesome rotation of welfare doors!
Well done but I got so tense I forgot to breath ...
Kate
Thank you! Your comment means much to me. I think I once had a nightmare of a hallway....
That's some corridor! Maybe it's a labyrinth. I feel for anyone who's had to or has to negotiate it...
You got me!!! Out of breath from all that running back and forth ... this is quite brilliant. Wishing you a Happy Holiday Season. See you next year .....
Thoughtful, funny, not funny, satirical, philosophical .... covering all bases. Loved it!
Have great holidays!
Ingrid,
Maybe a labyrinth. That would make it even worse. Thank you and Happy Holidays!
Helen,
Thanks so much. Yes, see you next year and lets hope it's better!
Indybev,
Thank you and Merry Christmas.
This would be a true nightmare to endure. An interesting take on the prompt of endings as here one feels trapped, like one can't get out. Enjoy your holiday season! 💖
Sounds like so many automated voicemail systems I've suffered through. The trick is to realize that it's always going to be door 11 as that's the only one with a live person involved. Great poem Yvonne!
Tricia,
Thank you. Yes, trapped is how I felt when writing it. Happy Holidays to you as well.
mslili,
thank you so much. Right, door 11 or the one with Exit over the top. Happy Holidays!
Excellent response to Peter’s wonderful prompt. Hope you have a great holiday season, and look forward to reading more of your work in 2021.
Hi Rob,
Thanks! Yes, we'll see you in 2021. Happy Holidays.
This is so creatively done with all the doors. Hopefully we don't get to go or open such doors in 2021.
Thank you for joining in. Wishing you Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!!!
Oh those doors, can be so overwhelming and oppressive.
Grace,
Thank you very much. I hope none of us have to get near any such doors! See you next year!
Unknown,
Whoever you are, I appreciate you coming here and expressing your thoughts. Thank you.
This feels like a corridor you will never exit... Hotel California for those worn down by the process of living.
Brudberg,
Perfectly put! Once you're in, you can never leave.
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