It’s been an early start today With a fun DAI members meeting and cafe But as is often the case these days A lot more things are hiding. Curiously, I’ve just discovered I had put the dirty clothes Into the kitchen bin And I still cannot find my multi focal glasses. They have obviously gone…
The thoughtful silence Of the autumn morning Slowing down… As the noises of life Are gathering speed Bird songs spring to life And gentle winds move the trees Yes, pondering on how to silence The ruckus inside my head Still unable to take it away Unsure how to lessen the noise Or turn it off…
As those of you know have been following my blog for a long time, it used to be a daily blog, and last week, at an author event I spoke at in small country town called Two Wells where Annabel Crabb comes from, I met the wonderful Carolyn Cordon, a fellow poet and someone I have known…
No amount of pondering Will ever help me find the words For the malicious unkindness of a few others… Nor the incredible gratefulness For the love of so very many Truly ‘close friends and family’. Thank you.
I’d have to say, I am ‘exhaustipated’! No doubt, the whole dementia community is as well, as September is always a huge month for advocacy. With everything that is going on including my studies, Dementia Alliance International, and my personal life and health, it is certainly an interesting time. Thanks most of all to my best friend,…
It’s a very strange place Inside a Graviton Thoughts swirling around Inside my head Lost to reason Memory disappears in 10 seconds Time stands still The blank page stares back Life with dementia In spite of the gifts Of living beyond dementia Are the moments of despair
Whilst I have been too unwell to work, study, or do anything much of any real usefulness for the last couple of weeks, various things have been happening behind the scenes, the product of past work. My second volume of poetry arrived, quite unexpectedly, in the mail this last week, and is already available online.…
I don’t especially like the following poem (whose author is unknown to me)… Perhaps at the end stage of dementia when I am dying, I’ll change my mind. In the meantime, the best of me has not yet gone but still to come Even if I am changing! My response to this poem is below. Sometimes…
Drowning in the afternoon clouds The moon appearing as the darkness falls Light streaming through Like lasting strands of love Midnight dreams unsettling Gnawing away at confidence and strategy Suggestions of tomorrows maybes And reminders of yesterdays struggles Lightness as the dawn awakens the soul As it quiets the inner torment and worrying Allowing reason to…
He sits Alone Amongst a crowd Wondering what Tomorrow Will bring forth His dreams Wondering How to realise Always pondering Aloneness New directions Questioning the Old Seeking new truths It’s not Loneliness He has friends But a Yearning Inside his soul Focusing on Love For the universe Kate Swaffer Copyright © 2016
I continue to strive to achieve this every single day… Sometimes I fail, on others I succeed.
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