These grandfather thoughts
spill from me...........
ancient twisted bones
hollow buoyancy
of tarnished grey
lost shape and elasticity.
Now twines of gymnast
unbalanced on a beam
forgotten moments
a clock upon a wall
no time for dancing.
A leather chair -
void of any tune
piano keys that scream
depressible levers
octaves between....
black and white.
A multitude of plaque -
symbols on a cowered wall
the cortex cringes
and the flowered stem...
falls.
What is alzheimer’s
but a fear I can’t remember.
spill from me...........
ancient twisted bones
hollow buoyancy
of tarnished grey
lost shape and elasticity.
Now twines of gymnast
unbalanced on a beam
forgotten moments
a clock upon a wall
no time for dancing.
A leather chair -
void of any tune
piano keys that scream
depressible levers
octaves between....
black and white.
A multitude of plaque -
symbols on a cowered wall
the cortex cringes
and the flowered stem...
falls.
What is alzheimer’s
but a fear I can’t remember.
True words and reality bites even in poetry. You forgot to add the good parts. Can't remember all the bad either. :)
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