Fragile #Elderly #atozchallenge

 fragile skin

fall crackles beneath feet

blue eye question

 sky hidden behind clouds

arms reach for emptiness

wind blows yesterday

your toes wave at me

another good day

***

People may not know it but skin is a barrier to disease and in the elderly skin is a battle front.  Broken Skin breaks and tears like tissue paper. A little bump against a chair can cause a big bruise or even a tear which can then be a wound. When we are “young” and active a wound heals in days in the elderly that same wound can take weeks to months. The worst wound I saw when I was a wound care nurse was in a bed bound woman whose bed sore had become a tunnel. That tunnel was about 305 mm (approx 1 foot). Through daily care, hydration and diet we were shrinking that tunnel. Needless to say those wounds on your backside are painful.

One of my main goals (with the elderly) is always up and out of bed. If they are now bed bound they need to shift as often as possible. If they can do that themselves so much the better but everyone favors their left or right side so they need to shift. In the hospital we often have to position our patients that used to be every two hours.

If you have a family member who is now in bed, get that person moving. If they cannot use pillows to wedge them on one side then the other. Legs up (on a pillow) legs down. And please keep them clean. Uric acid in briefs and just from our skin breaks down skin.

Places where we become fragile are sacral area (its boney there) elbows, ankles.

If you read my post a few days ago I mentioned water. Water will actually help keep skin cells plumper. Elderly do  not drink alot of fluids because then they have to get up (and go).

I think my letter “W” will be for water. I have learned to have a great respect for that molecule.

My leaf photograph reminds me so much of the elderly clients I have had over the years. They are fragile but with a singular beauty.

Any good skin tips? Lotions or awesome soaps????

Hope you are enjoying the A to Z challenge and thanks for your visit.

 

Reflect on Beauty #poetry #photography #covid19

We walk along

a faithful line

our search for food

distance and time

a family stroll

dawn approach

held together

eggs and burnt toast

 

As we spend much time inside there is something we have that has been missing in life – Time.

We need each other during Co-Vid 19 and we need to be reminded how precious family is.  Watch nature, read a book, burn toast…

Be well!!!

 

Slipping #elderly #hospice #photography

her fragile skin

fall crackles beneath feet

blue eyes question

 sky hidden behind clouds

your arms reach out for emptiness

wind blows yesterday’s away

our fingers grasp each other

another good day

***

Working with the elderly is filled with joy and tears. Little bits or progress are a victory. Laughter and friends heal many of yesterday’s scars.

 

Looking #poetry #lostlove #rejection

 

I seek the approval of…

a lover

a friend

an intellect

a poet

an artist

 Hopelessly flawed

no one to

gaze

into my eyes

at the stars

share…

life

dreams

todays

tomorrows

Come write a …

symphony

a treatise

a legacy

a love song

Can anyone find me???

***

he loved her so

cold winter solitude

lost in the  night

***

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some changes). Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

La Luna #poetry #photography #alone #symbolism

clothed in shimmering white
She dances and sways
to a starry ritornelle
a gaze over her shoulder
catches her reflection
beams at  radiant beauty
delight as she changes with the tide

enshrouded in the cover of darkness
surrounded by empty silence
cold shivers fill the night
No audience to marvel “how lovely”
sheet music ruffles on vacant stands
alone in the loneliest of places

The Cosmos

*****

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some minor changes). Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

Doing… And Loving It #amwriting #science #art #children #photography #Uganda

My pen drips fresh ink

formulas for miles

words in proper sync

imagine children’s smiles

I dip the point

drawings lighten the load

sheep “baa” pigs “oink”

new merges with old

words pour upon pad

ideas in a storm

can’t hold what I have

I run out of proper form

my pen drips ink

too fast to catch

*************

 ideas in my head

 drawings pour like waterfalls.

catch …

 

(and I have a haibun of sorts.)

 

Sigh #poets #photography

flower

grappled with your verse

making much sense

turned them over in my head

all the things that you’d said

your blue was grey

my yellow faded away

we loved the same

I caressed your name

lost in your prose

how you did it who knows

“we never met” I sigh

 I live between your lines

***

two women poets

changing seasons kept  apart

loved the same man

The Post #blogging #photography #poetry

Rush, rush, rush

work, write, shoot

my photos my words are a jumble

a mad snail’s pace

I’m crazed

it’s just another phase

in the blogging universe

I recently joined photo crowd where there are some incredible photographers. Why do I do it? I dont know but I’m off to the races for another photo competition

Shared the Fright #horror #poetry

 

I glance at a wax-like stare and wonder

I don’t know you but we are the same

you are bearing the same path of sorrow

the one you traverse is etched in pain

I cry knowing that we could have been spared

our world would depend on the magician’s hand

but then there would be no real horror

only what was written by one holding a pen

I’m sorry there is not more I can say

but scribe words of the world we live / lived

I wipe away old tears hoping

that you will outlive the terror as I did