Forgetting

The most dreadful thing I have seen in my life,
worse than the horrors of war or famine
was the look on my best friends face when his mother didn’t recognise him.
Now my mother is beginning to forget
and I am scared
so scared.

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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Comments

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

what could be more pointed

than forgetting her own son's face. That was the fear expressed. I respect you, your poetry and your feedback Joe, but sometimes you really do miss the point. cheers

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

thank you and sorry

I never considered that. God (and you know I use the term loosely and intensely) this is a difficicult game, poetry. We play and work with our own and other peoples feelings. There is a responsibility there which must not paralyse our writing, as it often has mine.

barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

could be simpler said, but 'Tis powerful!

Thank you.

IKnowNoBox

18 years 7 months ago

I've listened to elders

with alz., under the influance of L.s.d. and how I heard them was subliminial,as if their memories were rewriting at the price of present thoughts decaying,When I spoke back I tried to relate as disaccociating from the content of the monolouge,and focusing on the fragmented messages.What I was doing( ---amorpic interactive )I later found out was the same thing that is being studied as I write this.So There is hope in at least bridging the distance to alz. patients desperate to communicate and family wanting to hear there love ones where they are. In ink, David

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

(((((hugs)))) Jess I found

(((((hugs)))) Jess I found this one and was compelled to comment love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

that fear, posted 3 years ago

is getting closer daily Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible