She speaks of the alienation of senses.
vision fades
hearing lies
touch hurts
taste dulls
smell empties
What remains is the acute sense of memory
and occasionally a sense of humour
at the irony
of it all.
Humour sustains.
🙂
Awesome;) and very well written:)
Thank you, Deb.
You are most welcome; Shawn:))
This reminds me of my Nanna, her sense of humour and memory were there until the end. Thank you for sharing – I love how poetry can mean different things to different people 🙂
My pleasure. Thank you for stopping by, Carrie!
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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Humour sustains.
🙂
Awesome;) and very well written:)
Thank you, Deb.
You are most welcome; Shawn:))
This reminds me of my Nanna, her sense of humour and memory were there until the end. Thank you for sharing – I love how poetry can mean different things to different people 🙂
My pleasure. Thank you for stopping by, Carrie!