Just beneath her heart


Just beneath her heart
I am able to feel More
than she
is able
to tell


November PAD Day 4
Poetic Asides: Just Beneath _______prompt.
1sojournal: photo prompt


Lost words

Take the pieces of your day, wrap it in cotton, saturate it with rubbing alcohol and set it on fire.


I offer you the mind of one who suffers with 
dementia. Follow me as I follow my mother’s journey
into this insipid disease so when your turn comes,
you will know.


“Lost words”

Judge her not—
for loss of familiar

words in her runaway time—

mislaid time is no time for tucking words
away into her lost mind,

but time is all she has—this rare day
she finds lost beauty praised

while lost sorrows increase
time and time again

I glance into tomorrow’s certainty
of lost words
and hug her
against my soul.


Written for Poetic Asides Wednesday prompton Memory

and for Poets UnitedVice Versa

Familiar/Rare & Diminish /Increase & Doubt / Certainty