Sunday, January 22, 2012

What Is Alzheimer’s

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...

What is alzheimer’s
but a fear I can’t remember.

1 comment:

  1. True words and reality bites even in poetry. You forgot to add the good parts. Can't remember all the bad either. :)