Alzheimer Dreamer.

[AlzheimerDreams]

Alzheimer Dreamer.

Instead of uttering words,
a cloud of stuttering birds
has filled my blundering brain
with clouds of thundering rain,
emptied out and filled again.

Then, as earthbound lightnings spike
from heavenly anvils strike,
I'm left wondering, distraught,
lost inside my train of thought
where I was, once more, caught short.

Past memories that used to swarm,
now grow dull, no longer warm
but frigid and icy cold,
and stiffen as they grow old.
Ancient tales - no longer told.

I have pictures of the past ...
peopled, crowded with a cast
of friends, a gigantic pile
of my one-time mates that smile,
now unknown for quite a while.

Although they've all gone away,
when I start another day
a new set of fresh faces
fill up the empty places
of those who've left no traces.

What's gone is gone - out of reach
That's a lesson life can teach.

[dwells]

Enjoyed the rhyme scheme and elaboration on the inter-personal aging process perhaps too, Eric. Nicely done and well-said. Maybe that's why we seem to know no strangers when young - and later become more exclusive, and reclusive as life wears-on. Cheers my friend! - Dan

[Jerryk]

Eric,
what a nicely worded poem with a message that's so true! I might say, my basically empty noggin now contains only vague memories. The void is filled with the buzzing of bees these day. No worthwhile thoughts; I must be getting old, and maybe I've said all that's needed to say. Great rhyming; each verse is precise, right on the mark. Much enjoyed.
Jerry

[JASON]

Brilliant !! fantastic work.
Your attention to detail is spot on - a pleasure to read.
For someone with a mental disorder, you really bring it.

[Namyh]

AD - Wonderfully crafted with stand out visuals. Namyh, a fan

[inflames]

I love that pacing to this poem! Congrats on a fantastic write and your spotlight!

[Forestdawn]

A very surreal poem. Touching and heartfelt. A definite re-read. Congrads of being in the spotlight!

Blessings

[IronHeart]

Hey Mr. Dream,

It's good to see you here in the spotlight again. I've become fond of your particular way with words, it is easy to feel the substance with which you wrote them. This work of yours has left me pondering about some facets of life I haven't thought of in a long time, and your particular viewpoint into it is invaluable to me.

I really like your third stanza, where you describe the cold death of a memory. It serves your poem quite well overall, too, as a fulcrum to balance the first two stanzas with the next two that follow. Perhaps, it is better to say that it effectively transitions your day-by-day present reality into the depth of what your present reality is.

It's very honest and brave to write as you do. I admire that about you. Thank you for this write.

[dornicks]

I think you have done a wonderful job with this -- the topic and your format--and congratulate you on the Spotlight. Thank you for sharing this,

dornicks

[Josie]

Alzheimer as it begins must be very frustrating.It does not help those individuals who are losing so many close friends because of age at the same time period. To have their companions cut off, leaves few to share their treasured memories. I think your poems are doing a great service educating us about the reality of this disease. Congratulations on the TPS Spotlight.