Monday, April 20, 2009

her laddie scauls'r:
her dementia
pouin oot the flooers




her son scolds her:
her dementia
pulling out the flowers

8 comments:

  1. John, what a beautiful, though tragic poem. Beautifully worded.

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  2. She doesn't not answer with words. She suffers. She acts. Her spring is gone. Impressing.

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  3. Ough.
    Said the flower.

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  4. His scolding amplifies the sadness that is sensed by all of us; so well presented, John. _m

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  5. Good one, John
    but did he scold her...i thought he was kind! :)


    wishes,
    devika

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  6. an entire story told in 3 lines...

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  7. Touched me personally, Mr. McDonald-
    a brave choice of subject.

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  8. Wow - you handle the big kicks of life so well. I love the way you said 'her dementia' thereby distancing her from the actions the illness causes her to do.

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