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Borrowed Red
One more bag to start the flow,
Two more hours, pulse is low.
Three more vials of borrowed red,
Four more days to get ahead.
The color climbs back in his cheek,
A temporary fix for the weak.
But when the clock begins to slow,
And all that life begins to go...
Will he really ask for more?
Will he really ask for more?
The needle bites, the pump hums on,
To find the strength that’s nearly gone.
The numbers drop, the spirit’s sore,
He’s walked this path so oft before.
He looks at us, he looks away,
To buy himself another day.
We see the shadow at the door,
And wonder will he ask for more?
A heavy choice within his eyes,
Before the final sun can rise.
To hold the line or find the shore,
And finally, ask for nothing more.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
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neopoet
3 months 1 week ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem “Borrowed Red” employs a restrained, somber tone to explore the experience of repeated blood transfusions near the end of life. The structure is consistent, with quatrains that use end rhyme (ABAB, though sometimes looser), and a steady meter that echoes the relentless, cyclical nature of medical intervention.
The opening stanza uses counting (“One more bag… Two more hours… Three more vials… Four more days…”) to evoke both the clinical setting and the incremental extension of life. This numerical motif effectively underscores the transactional, measured quality of survival in this context. The phrase “borrowed red” is a striking metonym for transfused blood, and the repetition of “more” throughout the poem reinforces the sense of ongoing negotiation with mortality.
Imagery is direct and unadorned, focusing on physical details (“color climbs back in his cheek,” “needle bites, the pump hums on”). This approach grounds the poem in the bodily reality of illness, avoiding sentimentality. The poem’s questions (“Will he really ask for more?”) introduce ambiguity and invite the reader to consider the patient’s agency and exhaustion.
The poem’s central tension—whether to continue treatment or to let go—is articulated through both the patient’s perspective (“He looks at us, he looks away”) and the observers’ (“We see the shadow at the door”). The use of “shadow” as a metaphor for death is conventional but effective in this context, given the poem’s overall restraint.
The final stanza brings the poem to a contemplative close, with the “final sun” and the choice “to hold the line or find the shore.” The metaphor of the shore as a boundary between life and death is familiar, but the poem’s preceding specificity gives it weight.
One area for further development is the emotional distance created by the poem’s clinical language and third-person perspective. While this detachment mirrors the medical environment, it may also limit the reader’s emotional engagement. Consider whether a shift in perspective or a deepening of the patient’s interiority could heighten the poem’s impact. Additionally, some of the rhyme choices (“sore/before,” “door/more”) are predictable; experimenting with slant rhyme or enjambment might introduce more subtlety.
Overall, the poem’s strengths lie in its clarity, structure, and refusal to romanticize its subject. Further attention to voice and imagery could deepen its emotional resonance.
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John Leslie O'Kelley
3 months 1 week ago
More?
This poem had a grand design, I believe that you are describing dialysis and that you're never giving up! At Neo we all need to hear from you, with your understanding, compassionate touch. If I got it wrong please help me understand. I hope that you're feeling good enough to write many more poems, keep looking to the sky and it will open up!
Mark
3 months 1 week ago
Hello John
In a way, dialysis has brought me to many decisions. More specific though, the decision or indecision,that comes with transfusions due to the anemia that can partner with ESRD.
Thank you John, for your thoughtfulness. 🫶
Mark
Geezer
3 months 1 week ago
This makes...
one more aware of the consideration of life. I get it; yes, we get tired of the labor invested in keeping us alive. However, I hope you are still in love with life enough to keep going, for we have gotten used to having you around. ~ Geez.
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Mark
3 months 1 week ago
Ha ! Geez!
Didn't realize I needed to grow on everbody 😁
Your wisdom is always welcome, friend.
Mark
John Leslie O'Kelley
3 months 1 week ago
Mark
I completely agree with Sir G. we all still need your inspired writing and I pray that your health will keep!
Mark
3 months 1 week ago
Thank you.
Always on top of things you are Leslie.
Thanks,
Mark 👌
Lavender
3 months 1 week ago
Borrowed Red
Hello, Mark,
I have no words except to thank you for sharing this remarkable, touching poem.
Much love,
Diane
Mark
3 months 1 week ago
Hello Diane.
Always a pleasure when you drop in,
Mark ❤️
Lavender
3 months 1 week ago
Thank you, Mark,
...and take good care.
D
Rula
3 months 1 week ago
Mark
This has almost brought tears to my eyes. We've been here together for many years and you were a supporter and a pillar to this site. I just wanted to say that this piece is so transparent and speaks of all who suffer in a way or another. Such poetry lives forever.
Be well Mark.
Mark
3 months 1 week ago
Rula, I'm sorry it was so sad for you.
I simply desired to break away from my everday muse and write more inline with current industry standards - about myself (for a change) This poem is as up to date as can be. There are 2 nurses coming in the AM then off to dialysis. Then tomorrow (Tuesday) I have a transfusion scheduled according to the bloodwork last Saturday. I'm tired of it all. Enemia has me so draged down. Enemia tend to come along with end stage kidney failure. It makes walking very difficult. Perhaps my next subject? What do ya think?
Thank you 🫶👌
Mark
Clentin Martin
3 months 1 week ago
So sorry to see your pain…
So sorry to see your pain filled days. Your poem really shows your struggles with daily life. I hope things can improve for you. Best of luck! You are in my prayers!
Mark
3 months 1 week ago
Thank you
Thank you, Clentin.
Mark