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I smiled, once upon a time,
As mother's frantic eyes
And pinkened dimples sponsored
The morning's proceedings. Have you seen
My keys?
Small little moments-
I always shall grieve
Haunting humanity; a stealthy disease
Ditzy mother, salt and pepper
Hair tousled with a shake
Of her head. Why can't I think of
The word? Fingers pressed
Temples, fumbling for a pass.
With a small chuckle, pointing
To the Subaru. We need to go.
I grin. "Keys mom, the word is 'keys.'"
Smartass.
Processes shattered with memory's thieves
Delirium worsened
As transmitters seized
Her fingertips grazed the metal
Jingling clasp. Small silver
And coppery clips clang together
Its jagged striations
Tickled her thumb- a foggy
Hieroglyph. Bemused, Who
Are you?
As mother's frantic eyes
And pinkened dimples sponsored
The morning's proceedings. Have you seen
My keys?
Small little moments-
I always shall grieve
Haunting humanity; a stealthy disease
Ditzy mother, salt and pepper
Hair tousled with a shake
Of her head. Why can't I think of
The word? Fingers pressed
Temples, fumbling for a pass.
With a small chuckle, pointing
To the Subaru. We need to go.
I grin. "Keys mom, the word is 'keys.'"
Smartass.
Processes shattered with memory's thieves
Delirium worsened
As transmitters seized
Her fingertips grazed the metal
Jingling clasp. Small silver
And coppery clips clang together
Its jagged striations
Tickled her thumb- a foggy
Hieroglyph. Bemused, Who
Are you?
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Routines
driving
my left arm
tanned darker than my right arm
mirror
two face
the habits of daily life
leave imprints
on skin
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defeathered
and this is where we bury our hearts,
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have len
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Dreams of reality
A pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these
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Written 1.24.2012. Title is french for "The Key" and was one of the first Mental Health Awareness pieces written. Topic: Alzheimer's Dementia.
© 2012 - 2024 paintedpoetry
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This is very uniquely written; clever and expressive!