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Circles of the Mind
by Kristina WoodhillEntering your world one day
I realized we were doing
The loop-de-loop
As I followed you from my
Grounded ring-side chair,
The jigsaw puzzle
slowly making sense
In front of my fingered
Attempt at creating
Something whole
From preformed
Fragments of someone
Elses imagination
Such a voyage that day!
Round and round
Back and through
A carousel
A Ferris wheel
A slow-mo spinning ride
This ceaseless
Circus circling
Of your vagabond, yet
Now unwinding mind
I could not follow you
Hard as I tried
To catch your train
To catch my breath
My opened eyes now misting
At this newly painted
Carefree circus scene
That your soft strokes
Brushed upon
And blurred
Forever in my mind
02/21/2006
Author's Note: Many months had passed since I had last visited my mother-in-law, and the afternoon's conversation stunned me as I realized she was repeating, circling, could not name people, going on her many travels again with some added destinations, and that I had lost her. In spite of the small strokes that slowly took her mind, she remained the most gentle and cheerful of women I have ever known, an angel on earth to the end.
Posted on 02/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/23/06 at 04:01 AM I went through this with my Grandmother, a terrible time but a part of life I guess. Your poem says it beautifuly. Well done. Yours for happier times...Charlie
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| Posted by Mara Meade on 02/24/06 at 06:40 PM I could not follow you
Hard as I tried
To catch your train
To catch my breath
My opened eyes now misting
At this newly painted
Carefree circus scene
That your soft strokes
Brushed upon
And blurred
Forever in my mind
Poignant, beautifully said. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/25/06 at 12:59 AM A friend of mine, Frank, lives in a "circle of mind" from experiencing ministrokes one after another every other month. They originated from his injuries from (of all things) a train wreck back in the early 90's. He's only 34. He lives in a care facility, and is famous as the most caring and selfless person to the residents and staff. I've yet to visit with him without being uplifted. Your poem will have him in deep smiles. Beautifully presented! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/01/07 at 10:04 AM beautiful through and through are these words and images that gather harvest within and without. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/23/08 at 03:46 PM *hugs* very very beautiful |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/01/09 at 06:07 PM My Mom had Early Dementia- it was difficult to watch her deteriorate. At the end, she knew nobody. This is very lovely piece that I can totally relate to! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/15/09 at 11:38 PM What is there left to be said except wonderfully done lady! |
| Posted by Peggie Eng on 11/03/09 at 04:09 PM Touching and profound and gently put. |
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