May 21

Puppet Strings

dVerse, Free Verse, Poetry

22  comments

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

image of guitar from the neck with the poem Sing Me overlaid.

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Puppet Strings

Age pulls at my skin
forcing wrinkles to crumple cheeks.
My once limber and strong back
now moans if I bend
for too long. Yet the puppet strings
controlling the words
that escape my gaping mouth
never seem to lose their elasticity.

I wonder how time bends
to meet the mind’s understanding
and how the night sky only changes
with the proximity of the sun
while a day is measured
as if there are no wrinkles in time
and though the sun does not wear its own dial.

So how can it be:
that wounds are healed by time,
that childhood dreams
are meant to be put way,
and that my words are still tied
to yesterday?
Hand me that pair of scissors
it is time to live impulsively.

Written and shared for #OLN at dVerse with Joseph Hesch behind the bar.

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Never put away childhood dreams Delaina, they will at least give you youthful eyes to view the world through.
    But you are just a young thing yet. Look at me, in China I’m old enough to be an ancestor!
    Good write my love, and food for thought! And yeah, hang on to the sock monkey! <3

    • Never Res! I am living the best childhood dreams now as an adult. 🙂
      The sock monkeys stay!
      Thanks for your support it is a priceless gift.

  • ..don’t put your childhood companions away from you… there’ll come a time in life somewhere that you’ll need to go back & look for ’em for that one more chance of feeling the first hugs… don’t just hold the seeds of memory… plant ’em and grow old together… smiles… thanks for the poem!

    • Don’t worry Kelvin I will not put my childhood companions away they sit on my desk as I write 😉 Thank you for visiting my blog and for your comments.
      Cheers!

  • ha nice…yes…time to live life without strings…and we should never forget our childhood dreams…thanks for the reminder…smiles

  • Who wants to be anyone’s puppet? So right, cut away! I really enjoyed the introspection in this and your close. 🙂

    • *snip* *snip* Live is like that sometimes, you cut the ties to find other and if you are not careful you are tangled up again. 🙂
      Thank you for reading Mrs Mediocrity 🙂

  • So how can it be:
    that wounds are healed by time,
    that childhood dreams
    are meant to be put way,
    and that my words are still tied
    to yesterday?……great lines. I love this.

  • you are cutting your strings, one at a time..
    when you feel ready..
    your freed spirit
    is very close.
    xxoo

    • Cheers Mom2;

      I am and if feels good. So I will no longer cling to stings that bind me 🙂
      Thank you for your love and support it is nice to know I have so many good people ready to catch me if my leap of fate flings me face down 🙂

    • Thank you for reading Laurie.

      I trying to wait to see what the OLN Bar Keep has on tap for the night. After reading Joseph’s remarks this was what sprouted. 🙂

  • haha…cut those strings…rather like that close on this…i am not ready to put away childish things…or let things weight me down…and cool sock monkey!

    • Cheers Brian;
      I am ready to cut the self-imposed strings but I will not put away childhood dreams the sock monkey stays (wink).
      Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂

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