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Memory

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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

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

33 thoughts on “Memory

  1. There’s some delightful imagery at play here. Well done!

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    • 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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  2. 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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  3. memory and sanity share a common shore…along with reality…they all kinda blend at times….

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    • 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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  4. “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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  5. 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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  6. 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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  7. 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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  8. Good stuff, Denise. Very powerful
    John

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  9. 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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    • 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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  10. 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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  11. Nancy’s right, it’s sometimes better to forget. Strong poem, adee 🙂 xxx

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  12. 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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  13. 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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  14. Good stuff adeeyoyo – love the ‘scrabbling’ fingers (really heightens the image of an old lady).

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  15. Learning to accept without giving up.

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    • 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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  17. A struggle from insanity to sanity is well depicted Denise. The first 3 lines are so expressive.

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