Holes In Thinking

my pen plays idle

as brain cells collide and side

in sympathy with mother's

sliding mind state

her fate unbalanced

muddled thoughts

absent logic caught

in cobwebs of stickiness

struggling to escape

unable to string more than

a few pearl words together

holes in thinking

vocabulary sinking

thirst for poetry missing

appetite all but dead

morning musicality gone

lost in a fog of nothingness

yet as dawn broke through today

something else broke through too

i heard a blackbird's sweetest notes

and found my own song too

Reviews

[NoPoetry]

Been reading a few of your poems, connected with this one pretty quick due to how I'm feeling lately. On top of that I love the structure of this, and how the each stanza feels filling while only being a handful of words. The ending left me feeling hopeful. nice work

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you NoPoetry. I appreciate both your time and your visit. All the best.

Chris

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It's painful even more to review this poem now.A person, very near to heart, a lovely mind who took great care can not do simplest thing on her own, yet nothing can be done except watching this silent decay as a mute spectator! A mother always a mother and she will remain forever seated into a daughters heart.I pray you find strength to bear this pain...♥️

[Chris Shaw]

What a iovely thoughful review Sima. Thank you dear poet for your caring heart.

[Writergurl]

Dementia is hard, I lost a few realitives with it. Nicely written and expressed

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you writergurl for sharing your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Yayy woww that blackbird unblocked your temporary writers block and the words flowed so superbly as your metaphoric muse shows in a fine way. Kudos!!
And take care dear, all the best , long may you write to delight like this.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by and share your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris

[Miss Sharon]

(muddled thoughts absent logic caught in cobwebs of stickiness struggling to escape) I remember my Mother in these words. But gratefully she is now in a place where there IS no sickness of any kind and one day I will again see her whole! ~Sharon

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Sharon. My own mum has now passed too. Out of her prison and into the light. I am grieving, but also feel relief for her beautiful spirit. All good wishes to you.

Chris

[Mike Keenan]

Dementia is such a disheartening state, and you have captured its distortions well. I might omit l2 in last stanza as it's redundant and diminishes your 'song.'

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mike for stopping by and leaving your thoughts. Always welcome.

Chris

[Bryan Sefton]

The last stanza was like a beam of sunlight breaking through dark clouds helping to mute the sadness one feels up to that point. A wonderful poem, but so sad.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for leaving a nice comment. Have a lovely day.

[Ken Simm.]

These are somethings I know something about. I don't know if I could write so evocatively and exceptionally about the experieneces however. A remarkable piece from a remarkable writer.
This is wistful sad and above all experienced. A true artist viewing what happens and allowing it to flow into creativity. I found this cathartic personally. I hope you don't mind. And again my deepest sympathies.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Ken, thank you so much for your condolences and your continued support of my efforts. I will get round to paying you a visit very soon. Sending you all good wishes.

Chris

[Ruth]

Not easy when life takes ones down such an emotional journey for a while, it does indeed shift our perspective and create a void of sorts where words seem lacklustre in such times of inbalance, I hope the blackbird visits you often with lighthearted melody dear Chris, stay well :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ruth for your thoughtful review. Good to see you again and posting too. Pleased you stopped by. All the best.

Chris

[Patricia]

This is so heartbreaking and beautiful and I feel this deeply and understand it completely. The world comes back to us in it’s time when grieving and when it does it is the small things that become so much bigger than remember like a song from a bird or the scent of a season and becomes so much more important. We are still here and we have to go on and with a better understanding of the small things in life. You are such a wonderful writer and expressed this so well.

[Chris Shaw]

You so understood this write Patricia. Thank you so much for your lovely words. You are a gem.

Chris

[Patricia]

You're welcome ;)

[andrew mitchell]

Holes in my thinking are blackholes that effect our way of rational thought. Frustrating it is, just got to find the exit and walk out. My poetry has been pretty ordinary for months the vibes are not there. Nice work Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Andrew for stopping by. Always good to have your thoughts on my page. Hope you are keeping well.

Chris