Parkinson

a poem, thankfully not autobiographical...

The threatening nature

                       of artificial objects,

                       not snow dropping from pines,

                       nor windows shattered with frost

but the flight of keys and bells

                       and all that begs for

                       subtle asides,

                       all that is malevolent for this,

all that falls, that disobeys my hands,

                       those white apes mapped

                       with the veins of the Via Dolorosa,

all things that make my dry box spin,

my body does not follow me ;

                      I often seem to look

                      over my shoulder

                      at the dark detective of age.

  

Reviews

[Valentine]

The last grouping seems to explain much about this ailment. My former dentist got this and his hands no longer went where his mind asked them to. Very sad ailment. Valentine

[Lyn Anderson]

In one of my former lives (not reincarnation) but when I was younger, I cared for elderly people. I felt sorry for the relatives of the alzheimer's patients, but I felt the pain of the Parkinson's patients, whose minds knew exactly what was going on -- you capture this with clarity. I have said it before, you are one of the most underrated writers here at the cafe', whose work is amazing, and people need to read you!

[emmajoy]

How can someone - other than a very fine poet-writer, create such beauty about such a vicious illness. Your use of words, 'all that falls, that disobeys my hands, - those white apes mapped - with the veins of the Via Dolorosa, ' I saw and I see what you mean.

Thank you for displaying your innate sympathy yet again.

[Coyote Song]

You did a wonderful poem on a very tragic topic. I wonder what brings on these modern disease...a poison environment, air and food I guess. Sad sad situation.

[Tina Kline]

A very stark and emotionally power poem. Very compelling.
You did a very wonderful job on this poem.