A wall Mural by Sam Flores

Poetry: A Day in the Hospital

A piece

of me





Legs jig

arms spin

but that


of intellect


that ball

of rage


this ball

of love





We are at root causes.

Scent of remembered


through cracks

it drips,

Yet now–


(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2020



35 thoughts on “Poetry: A Day in the Hospital

  1. Did you do this piece of Artwork in your Featured Image, Mr. Goldstein? I absolutely love the deep, rich colors!

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    1. Thank you! I just found your comment in my spam folder. The art work was done by an extraordinary wall muralist named Sam Flores. I took a photograph of the mural and processed it to bring out the richness of the color. When I framed the photo it brought this poem to mind.

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    1. I’m ok…not good or bad.

      Wall murals don’t last long in San Francisco. Our whether is humid, people scratch them, they get dirty, faded and they crack from our constant mini-quakes.

      I have dozens of photographs of gorgeous murals that have vanished since 2011. I’m glad you like that second poem…:)

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    1. I found some hand written journals from a hospitalization.

      It had poetry in it. I wasn’t motivated to edit any of it until Christmas Eve when I saw these murals on Haight Street.

      This one with the boat brought the title came to mind and I remembered the journal.

      So I took some shots and transcribed the poetry and posted this one.

      I just finished another one.

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    1. If you want one…let me know and I’ll send you something…

      I’m going to re-shoot this mural. So many of the truly beautiful wall murals in SFO are obscured by parked cars…I really want to see if I can get the whole painting before it wears away.

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      1. Yes…Betrayal can potentially destroy our faith in ourselves.

        If you ever feel like giving it a go say the word and I’ll let you use any image you want…:)


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