Nancy Jones Poet Free verse

Dementia

Rhythmical rocking out fourth storied window 
pane glimpses near faded play-dough 
corsages between sighs. The phone rings unanswered.
Brushing her hair with whose hand is that
must look for teeth soon, someone is coming may
have to smile wistfully at boy afraid of 
birthday party clowns danced all night and into the
courtyards of bloomers and buzzards armed to the teeth
must be looked for the breeze lifting umbrella
high hair mussed. Brushing with whose hand I held
off the coast of wherever was warm like
lasagne for breakfast with champions.
Rhythmically rocking and brushing with whose 
hand grasping teeth, she asks,
“Does my makeup look ok?”

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Dan Kearley August 31, 2011 at 9:52 PM What the?.....Ha,ha Good one!

Don Johnson August 31, 2011 at 1:35 AM Nancy, Dementia rocks n drags ya down, what am i doing in this bloody town, who is this tart, with a shielas frown, says she loves me, looks fly blown, couldn't be the gal I own, i'm emigrating now-sers :(

Andrea Dietrich August 28, 2011 at 10:54 PM Nancy, this may appeal to NIkko. It's surreal , which is how it must be for someone with dementia. gosh, I should have thought of this. What a way to do free verse. It is so difficult for me to do it I should have pretended I had dementia. Then maybe I could have done it!!!

Elizabeth Wesley August 28, 2011 at 9:25 PM You take the topic to new heights with the wild images that go on in the nightmare of madness. Great verse Nancy.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 28, 2011 at 8:00 PM u nailed the essence of this disturbing time of life when this occurs Nancy.. all too often must be this way.. expressive lines tell the tale so intensely luv..one day a cure?

Jack Ross Jr. August 28, 2011 at 7:40 PM Wonderful write Nancy, love the shifting imagry, the dancing all night, and of course the scary clown...YIKES!!!...with love...old Jack

Carolyn Devonshire August 28, 2011 at 5:22 PM Just wish you had written this in time for Deb. Guzzi's earlier "stream of consciousness" contest because it would have taken the top prize!

Carolyn Devonshire August 28, 2011 at 5:22 PM Wow! This takes the topic of dementia and scores a home run, Nancy. So witty in parts -- looking for her teeth and the breakfast with champions -- but the message comes through loud and clear. Anyone who's known a person with dementia will see the insight in this amazing poem. Gret work! Love, Carolyn

John Smith August 28, 2011 at 4:27 PM Your makeup looks great, baby. Well, maybe you could use a little more around your eyes; and put those teeth back in.

Michael J. Falotico August 28, 2011 at 4:12 PM Very good Poetry my dear Poet friend....always Michael