When someone you love is diagnosed with dementia as a caregiver your own life gets turned inside out as well. In fact probably even more as the caregiver. But really who knows? All of us are having our own experiences through our personal realities. Who are any of us to say what's real or not real in any given moment for anyone else.
For me poetry and music have been consistent ways to examine emotions and personal growth the experience gifts me. Recently, I have found myself, once again, pulling at the threads my emotions through poetry. Some how by placing one word next to another I am able to find peace with grief. But even more powerful, I have been able to unravel the gift of the journey.
Here are two of my most recent poems:
a cardinal rests
it’s frozen reflection
~ encapsulated
your colorful life stilled
in a lake of memories
Oct 31st (Don’t include any word with a single “A” in it, but do include at least one word with two “A”s in it.)
Aleatoric Verse
Somehow
here to
engender
animate
symbolize
with verse.
Words haphazard
or chosen
to upend
enlighten
voice
experience
from the edge of what is known
yet to be discovered
thought
or believed
we roll the dice
to grow.
YES…
🙂 I am glad you like this one.