Flailing
Listening to tearful nonsense is a chore,
when something urgent could or should be done.
But wandering minds can’t bear to be alone –
nor space begrudge without a silent roar. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 2 – Flailing”
Counsellor in Fleet, Hampshire
Listening to tearful nonsense is a chore,
when something urgent could or should be done.
But wandering minds can’t bear to be alone –
nor space begrudge without a silent roar. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 2 – Flailing”
Knowing the known is known, though sentient fact,
affords no explanation, yields no clue
how best to cope – in essence what to do
where fogged cognition misconstrues each act. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 1 – Knowing”