Conversation With a Poet Too Modern
Do you truly believe,
A few well-chosen words of frozen time
Have less meaning if spoke in rhyme?
An Old Lady, Staring at Walls
As I walked down dementia’s halls
I saw an old lady, laughing at walls.
A touch, without touching, no words did we share
She stirred my mind’s whisper; she shared her mind’s stare.
“Pieces of memory, sliding through my mind
Making a necklace, on strings of time.
Each bead’s a treasure, undimmed by years;
Some invoke laughter, some inspire tears.
I treasure this necklace, strung through my mind,
As heading for the next life, I watch this one unwind.”