Clive Culverhouse Poet Free verse

Battle Of The Hemispheres

and a switch flicks
who are you he asks
it should be me 
asking who are you
until the switch 
flicks back to . . .

fuddled hours 
gone are the simplest things
a crayon in a box of pens
then that switch 
and it’s who are you
I want to go home

but in truth 
it’s who are you
as now a foreign clarity of sorts
no more mumbling incoherence
no shuffling walk
now it’s clear, sure

and behold 
a different person emerges
occupying my father
secretly all this time
now stepping out
through the non-dominance

and slowly
becoming the dominant part
a battle of the hemispheres
   dementia – an uprising 
   of hidden people
   from somewhere ago

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Ink Empress January 7, 2024 at 5:45 AM I know and understand how it feels, to see your loved ones with dementia, ive seen some with alzheimers too struggle, and it is sometimes difficult for us too, to see them confused, its sad, and i know the feeling. “ fuddled hours gone are the simplest things a crayon in a box of pens” this hits the strongest for me! I felt this. Good to see you back pleasure reading your work. Clive Culverhouse January 7, 2024 at 6:08 AM Thanks for sharing your thoughts, I tend to have breaks, some short some long, Thanks IE

Mystic Rose Rose January 7, 2024 at 4:00 AM this is so true and authentic, my brother in law is struggling with it right now, thanks for sharing, Doris :) Clive Culverhouse January 7, 2024 at 4:33 AM Thanks for reading, Doris