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Holding on to sanity
Finger tips scrabbling
To stop her tumbling
Over the edge
Listening to the echoes
Of voices in the hollows
Wading in the shallows
Of her memory
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©DGA 17 December 2011 15:07
Memory
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17/12/2011 at 3:23 pm
There’s some delightful imagery at play here. Well done!
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17/12/2011 at 3:50 pm
Thank you so much, Edward/Ed/Ted (?), for your visit and comment. I like your site and the subjects you choose and will be spending some time there soon…
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17/12/2011 at 5:08 pm
Oh my gosh, Denise. This will go so well with the post I’m writing tomorrow. I’m going to link to this poem. Haunting and perfect.
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17/12/2011 at 5:22 pm
Wow, Andra, that is a coincidence. Thank you! 😀
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17/12/2011 at 5:14 pm
memory and sanity share a common shore…along with reality…they all kinda blend at times….
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17/12/2011 at 5:25 pm
Yes, Brian, they do seem to have blurred lines separating them. I think it must be one of the worst things to realise what is happening and to try to hang on! Unfortunately every body part wears out eventually, including the brain…
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17/12/2011 at 5:19 pm
“Holding on to sanity
finger tips scrabbling
to stop her tumbling…..”
I myself have experienced that very scenario. When, from somewhere in the recesses’ of my mind, I could hear someone or something yelling,
“let go, I’ll catch you.”
I did….They didn’t….!
Super poem Denise.
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17/12/2011 at 5:29 pm
Thanks, Jack. I have also experienced memory ‘blanks’ and it is very scary…
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17/12/2011 at 9:02 pm
Memories come back sometimes to remind us that we have unfinished business. Sounds like someone struggling to get through to the other side of acceptance.
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18/12/2011 at 1:36 am
Yes, it could be that, Jeannie. Thank you.
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17/12/2011 at 10:35 pm
The two extremes of wading in shallows while still being at the edge of an abyss put that slipping away very powerfully.
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18/12/2011 at 1:37 am
I think that’s how it must feel, Col. Sort of out of control…
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17/12/2011 at 11:12 pm
I’ve did some volunteer work with a dementia sufferer – she could still play her piano perfectly and without music sheets, but couldn’t recognize her own grandchildren – it must be so disorientating and frightening
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18/12/2011 at 1:39 am
I think it must affect people differently, Bb. Some forget people, others don’t, but forget happenings…
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17/12/2011 at 11:53 pm
Good stuff, Denise. Very powerful
John
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18/12/2011 at 1:40 am
Thank you, John.
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18/12/2011 at 4:36 am
My grandmother slowly lost touch with what we call reality. I always wonder what people who no longer see what most people see are actually looking at. What is behind those blank stares or endless ramblings?
Tim
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18/12/2011 at 6:22 am
I have wondered that myself, Tim. I thought maybe they relive their memories (some early ones are still real to them)… I hope it’s a gentle world they inhabit…
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18/12/2011 at 5:50 am
Good thoughts, Denise! Memory is a wonderful ally . . . but can also remind us of what we’d just as soon forget. 😉
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18/12/2011 at 6:24 am
Ah, yes, Nancy, that’s true… 😕
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18/12/2011 at 6:43 am
Nancy’s right, it’s sometimes better to forget. Strong poem, adee 🙂 xxx
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18/12/2011 at 7:04 am
I also think she’s right. Then one doesn’t stress, because that only makes it worse. Thanks, Cin. xxx 😀
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18/12/2011 at 5:23 pm
Wonderful, Denise. The mind is such a complex thing. Looking forward to reading Andra’s in the light of this, too!
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18/12/2011 at 5:29 pm
Thanks, Kate. I had a look earlier, but maybe it will be up later or tomorrow. It is very complicated!
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18/12/2011 at 7:55 pm
Lovely poem – it reminded me a little of Gerry with dementia story, who is an artist but trying to stay connected http://www.patientvoices.org.uk/flv/0550pv384.htm
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19/12/2011 at 1:30 am
Thank you for the link, Nicola. That was very kind and thoughtful of you! Also for liking my poem… 😀
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19/12/2011 at 1:25 am
Good stuff adeeyoyo – love the ‘scrabbling’ fingers (really heightens the image of an old lady).
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19/12/2011 at 1:33 am
:Thank you, Gabe. I do try to imagine myself in these situations when I write…
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19/12/2011 at 4:34 pm
Learning to accept without giving up.
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19/12/2011 at 5:36 pm
I think you have to struggle against it. I listened to that link Nicola provided (above) and I agree with him. If you give up then you could divorce yourself from the world.
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08/01/2012 at 11:41 am
A struggle from insanity to sanity is well depicted Denise. The first 3 lines are so expressive.
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08/01/2012 at 12:45 pm
I think it must be a very scary world, Sunamu! Thanks so much.
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