Moving pictures
I am here…but I’m not
I see you…but I don’t know you
I had experiences once…but now, I know moving pictures in my mind
I used to love a feast…now, I am told what to eat
I don’t know Your Love…but I feel your kindness
I used to choose my outfit…now, the clothing lies there
I knew your voice…but now, I hear someone speaking
I used to laugh away my days with you…now, confusion clouds my eyes
I had purpose and appointments…now, I sit, wait, and watch
I had a vibrant body once…but now, I am trapped in a shell
I used to Live…now, I stumble
I used to recount the names of the greats…now, I can’t remember where I put my shoes
I gave speeches and so loved to talk…now, I cannot find the words
I don’t know how much I love and need You…but…I feel an ache inside that I can’t name
I may not be Here…but, part of me, still is.Paula Antonello Moore, Prose poetry. Copyright: Sunday, February 23, 2015
Image from S in Fashion Avenue.
Beautifully put, Paula. 🙂
Thank you so much Susan. It’s inspired by relatives currently suffering with this and how difficult it is to witness. Cheers!
All the best with that, Paula. Can’t imagine how difficult that must be!
Oh Paula that is a wonderfully sad and poignant poem. I’m just getting a chance to read it now…. Great perspective. B.
Thanks so much. Hard to write but necessary.
Paula what a beautiful poem!
Why hello there! Thanks so much.
I love the sense of being there and yet not. Clever move.
It’s a scary place to be, to be half in the world and half distant. It’s very difficult to witness. Thanks for writing. I’m glad you appreciated it.