by minsue
Too little importance is placed on memories, by some. I hope her sweet music lives on in your head. This painful look into a the reality you're facing moved me. Those random notes might not have been organized or recognizable but it's still her music. Though sad, I found it a touching tribute. *hugs* for your Bobbie and you.
~lucky
and sad.
you wonder what goes on inside their heads....
I very moving poem min
Thank you
You've presented this person's descent into the hell of--I assume--Alzheimer's or the like so subtly. There's something in the spare but precise imagery that lends it such delicate insight. It's really well done, girlfriend. :)
is very moving.
I like to make a suggestion, if you don't mind. I think it may help to remove a few words.
In stanza one, I'd drop "slowly" since shuffling already implies slow movement.
And in stanza two, perhaps there are too many descriptive words for hands: gnarled, stiff, fragile, thin. I really think it would be an improvement to drop one of them. For example:
Stiff hands,
fragile and thin.
In the third stanza, I'd use either "finally" or "haltingly". Both seem to be a bit much.
As I said, suggestions only--very minor ones.
...is your tenth vote, Min, because this poem deserves it. I thought I voted on it already, but I never vote without leaving a comment. Perhaps, I just saw it on the 'passion thread.' It's beautiful, and I also think that Eve's suggestions are quite valid. :kiss:
Another great work from minsue. Very touching for those who have seen the mind of someone they cared for fade away. Well done.
i thought i commented on this too..ages ago.
well..better late then never.
sorry hun, i try to hit the poems that come in everyday..if i miss them..i miss everyones.
last time i was here..there was only a couple posted.
at any rate..lovely stuff min!
This is amazing. Sad, resigned, a bleak reality poignantly expressed so clearly. Wow. Thank you, LJ.
Sharp images with your words here,Min...life's little cruel jokes, huh?
~Honey
An Alzheimer's hell
Is not as bad for those with the disease
{they don't remember what they've lost};
The true hell's for those who remember
What the victims used to be.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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