Little Pockets of Somedays

Tiny little plastic glasses of bitter champagne 

He drapes his arm along the spine of the sofa

There are little pockets of somedays scattered all around 

Wasps and brie, bickering and toasts 

She lists her tattoos, each price and lack of meaning 

His eyes wide and warm 

Chocolate cake, politics, stats, classes and courses and comp sci

I hug her, maybe for the last time

They're moving away and taking the cat that likes to bite and scratch 

Wheelchairs and dresses and medical school

His eyes are still wide

It's so loud, I can barely hear the talks of poetry and dementia 

Tragedies and romance, young and old, in every corner

Swallowing my anxiety and granny water 

He said it was nice talking to me 

That we should get coffee

Hope is so terrifying sometimes

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Superb wording, put delicately and - without theatre. How tragic this time whe there is unbelievable changes going on.. but not necessarily noticed or understood by everyone involved. It's as if there's an invisible enclosure shutting out the would be norm. More than a tragedy. A friend once answered, my gently put question of a lady I'd known for years, 'How's your darling ma, these days?' Her daughter answered, ' Em, I so wish I could have my mum back'. Said it all.

You have touched a chord that needs to be touched: remembering is vital.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is fantastic...reminds me of DAvid Ignatow's "Sunday at the State Hospital"----
the imagery is so real...makes me think of my dad in his last couple years when he was in the dementia unit.
And there were little snippets of his reality returned...
Nice talking to me, but would he remember ten minutes later?
j.

[nadia dmitri]

That sounds difficult to navigate, I am sorry. I appreciate hearing the connection to your life this made you think of. Thank you for your visit!

[Abhilash Hegde]

Poem Title caught my eye. Little pockets of somedays scattered all around. Life is that sometimes, all scattered around and we are looking to collect the pieces to bring it all together. The write has a sense of disconnection and distortion, may be intentional here. Thanks for sharing nadia.

[nadia dmitri]

That is what I was going for! Thank you for your visit and kind words :)

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Loved it.

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you :))

[Soren]

"little pockets of somedays scattered all around" What a nice line. So many metaphoric lines all so well done and in images that set the mood. It feels decadently messy and empty at the same time a sense of meaninglessness in what was once meant to impress. The ending implication ties up the poem nicely.

[nadia dmitri]

Thank you so much, Soren, I always appreciate your visit!