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October 1, 2023 

For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest

I’m racing down flights of stairs.
More and more of them appear
as I search for something recognizable.
I run back up them 
and then to the opposite side of the building.
The room I want – wasn’t it on the northeast side?
But it’s not there. 

After what seems like an interminable amount of time
racing around this giant building
which is swallowing me up in
its limitless labyrinth of hallways,
I still see nothing that looks familiar to me.
When was it renovated? It’s completely changed!
If only I could recall the number of the room 
for my important interview.
I am a crazed and shrunken Alice in Wonderland -
a Wonderland that has become my nightmare.
And still I am running about gripped  by panic
as foreboding creeps through my body.

I can no longer depend on my memory of this building
from over twenty years ago.
I don’t even know the floor I need.
Was it the eighth or the eighteenth, or
something in between?
How could I have left my phone at home?
All the information I need is on my phone.
and there’s absolutely nothing I can do.
As I move along new corridors, 
I open doors to rooms, from which strangers’ faces
stare blankly back at me.
I have no information for which I can even
formulate a question.
Any room inside this nightmare building
could be the room I seek,
for I completely forgot its number
and I was told it was a random room
not part of the department.

I glance at a clock, realizing I am much too late
to continue this relentless quest.
How can my memory of this place 
have become so dim? 
I step into an elevator, pressing basement level.
Hopefully, I’ll remember at least
where I parked my car.

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Date: 10/16/2023 1:11:00 PM
Congratulations on your placement in the contest.
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Date: 10/15/2023 10:19:00 AM
Andrea, this is a splendid poem with striking imagery! Not dementia, I'm sure:-) Heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest!
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Date: 10/2/2023 3:10:00 PM
Interesting story and I'd cringe if I was there.
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Date: 10/2/2023 10:31:00 AM
Disorientation and dementia hits with age. Its natural growth phenomenon. Nice poem.
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Date: 10/2/2023 8:00:00 AM
This was very long, but great writing will keep you reading. Great job.
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Date: 10/2/2023 1:23:00 AM
Poor Andres, It is not dementia. Rely too much on our mobiles. Your poem is stunning and evokes the emotion of being lost. Hugs xx
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Date: 10/1/2023 3:50:00 PM
Dementia? Apt poetic description. So frightening to contemplate
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Tom Woody
Date: 10/2/2023 5:26:00 AM
Ahhh.
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Andrea Dietrich
Date: 10/1/2023 8:21:00 PM
I based this on a nightmare I had a long time ago.

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