Orange Confusion

Orange Confusion

in the realm

of what is

and what's not

the boundaries expand

senility is a convict

attempting a breakout

scaling the walls

of boredom

the pictures on the plaster

get younger

his mind aches

youth is the guard

that shoots him down

before he can devise

a lucid plan

to keep dementia

at bay.

erin-cilberto

12/11/23

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

best not to let boredom invite stagnation of our minds then Jacob.....
Dementia is such a curse on the whole family ..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

It sure is, STella...it sure is.
thank you,
j.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Yes the orange colour was a great add
I hope you are well and ready for Christmas
Loved the write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Julie,
j.

[Soren]

What a poignant poem Jacob, well thought out and so empathetic it oozes with understanding and the pain of being a prisoner of such a disease. Powerful yet soft in its quiet depths.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Soren,
j.

[schlanks]

This hits close to home in my family. The pictures on the plaster get younger--so succinct and effective. A devastatingly powerful read.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, schlanks...
j.

[June bug]

before he can devise
a lucid plan
to keep dementia
at bay.

I lost 3 family members to dementia. I can feel your words.
It's hard to see other's like this. It's heartbreaking.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, June bug....so smart one day, so gone the next.
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I don’t know what is best, to try and reenforce those strings of memory by looking it up to remind myself the answer or white knuckle and try to force myself to remember and thereby reconstructing the strings. I like the poem as it addresses that confusion.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, Winston,
j.

[Fran Marie]

Dementia shadowing our days
as we age ..gets more difficult to
control keeping it at bay for sure
senility is a convict
attempting a breakout
if it escapes we become the prisoner
of what is ...
great use of metaphor as always
wishing you a Merry Christmas
dear friend..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Fran Marie and Merry Christmas to you as well.
j.

[duff]

Definitely can relate. Beautifully conveyed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, duff,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Sadly, it is there to stay, but hopefully we can keep it at bay; watching a family member or friend come down with it is heart-breaking.
I hope the world concentrates on fighting illnesses than fighting and killing each other.
An excellent picture of this awful condition

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, good idea to fight illness rather than killing each other...Hate is an illness as well...what possibly can bring that on.
thank you, Sami,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob

[emmajoygreen]

Never was a truer word - said. Having recently been in an overcrowded ward with women with both serious problems plus claw like touches of dementia, I slowly realised something. There can be one's more than visible illness with most of it being painfully obvious.. OR knowing little or nothing yet contending with people trying almost too hard to rake over what's left of the You of You. Seems when time and its minor or major adventures leaves dementia or/^and senility, a sadness appears that ignores its own tears. Whether tragedy or not, both * worsen until even a smile can be misconstrued. Youth has its own tactics and new; the old are or can be less imaginative. Perhaps.
Fine writing as always, dear sir.. but sadder than sad for those who are still climbing youth's ladder and those of course, who have unknowing slipped down that same ladder.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"what's left of the you of you"
well put, em.
thank you,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Hugs for the thought of the sadness. jacob.