An Acrostic Elfje for the 20th
Advancing
Geriatric labels
Identify decades, years
Negotiating sanity with memories -
Going…?
(Good thoughts for our Elder now in the hospital, for a brief stay….Dementia may dictate restricted independence upon returning ‘home’)
© JP/davh
I tried to write an equally eloquent accolade to your beautiful poem. In your poem, you talk about how the ink (and we) are aging. You did an awesome job of using the musical terminology to explain how some poems are like “jazz” and others like a “dirge.” It is all dependent on the tempo or way you feel while writing. I am so disappointed because it again said “You do not own this identity.”
I am a poetic vessel! Perhaps not so much in the closet anymore with the help my kind web friends. I am a storyteller with a lilt, a wink and spunk. I am ink for blood a poet!
Better?
I liked this because it is so true! I am sure that it doesn’t apply to all the readers but I am definitely mixing up a little and misplacing stuff. I like to remind people of things that I need to remember to do, to my daughter, “I need to go to the grocery after work.” She replies, “And why do I need to know this?” Because saying it out loud may help my memory and writing this post it will help if I put it on the dashboard of my car….funny to them, serious to us! But we are still sane, right? Smile!
Real sad but written nicely
So sad. I have to agree with Freya.
lovely treatment of such a sensitive subject – particularly liked “Negotiating sanity with memories “