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Submitted by weirdelf on 15 June 2007 - 7:36am.| Updated 15 June 2007 - 8:36am.
The most dreadful thing I have seen in my life,
worse than the horrors of war or famine
was the look on my best friends face when his mother didn’t recognise him.
Now my mother is beginning to forget
and I am scared
so scared.
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what could be more pointed
than forgetting her own son’s face. That was the fear expressed. I respect you, your poetry and your feedback Joe, but sometimes you really do miss the point.
cheers
thank you and sorry
I never considered that. God (and you know I use the term loosely and intensely) this is a difficicult game, poetry. We play and work with our own and other peoples feelings. There is a responsibility there which must not paralyse our writing, as it often has mine.
could be simpler said, but 'Tis powerful!
Thank you.
I've listened to elders
with alz., under the influance of L.s.d. and how I heard them was subliminial,as if their memories were rewriting at the price of present thoughts decaying,When I spoke back I tried to relate as disaccociating from the content of the monolouge,and focusing on the fragmented messages.What I was doing( —-amorpic interactive )I later found out was the same thing that is being studied as I write this.So There is hope in at least bridging the distance to alz. patients desperate to communicate and family wanting to hear there love ones where they are.
In ink,
David