Out With the Tide #poetry #abuse

no one could hear her screams for help

she was underwater

he had warned her

she would not capitulate

death was claiming her breath

the doorbell rang

“not a good time” he yelled

pounding on the door

this will have to wait

limp as seaweed she rose from the pool

other woman huffed at the entry

donning scratched sunglasses

 time to grab her purse, towel and keys

she went out …

Zest For Life #elderlyissues #atozchallenge

 

A ha so this is the last day of the April A to Z challenge.

How was it for you?

I looked back briefly on a few of my precious A to Z challenges:

 

One challenge  I had planned on illustrating a month of my dragon stories. I broke my wrist one month  before the challenge so my  dominant hand was useless. I started drawing with my non-dominant hand . During April I slipped on ice (again) so all of my arms and legs were out of commission. So with Co-vid  “Stay at Home” I could at least walk around and water my plants.

The picture below shows my dragon bowl that I drew with my non-dominant hand and then  the other 2 were with my mouth.

When I saw the word Zest I thought of the saying A ZEST FOR LIFE. For whatever reason I always think of the elderly patients who I have cared for since I was a teen.

So my last encouragement as you care for and love an elderly family member be a little zestful. Encourage them to dream with you. Go somewhere you can both go – an imaginary somewhere. Maybe the land of Zenony!!!

I’ve enjoyed this month and meeting or reconnecting with people.

Each of you are gifted and delightful!!!

For those of you new to blogging i hope you are encouraged to blog more.

I’m not sure what my personal blog will look like but I am trying to develop a blog for Steve Slack. Steve is a friend who hopefully (if this Co-Vid thing gets tame) will have some of his work published and at least one script is lined up for a movie.

Cherry Margarita #haiku #spring #haibun

 

I sit behind closed doors. Drawing pictures of ballet dancers in pink .  Crumpled piles of discards about my feet. I’m reminded of cherry blossoms in spring. They dance through the cobwebs in my head and I am outside in spring’s kaleidoscope with no Co-Vid.

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Infused with sunshine

cherry blossoms kiss still waters

sparks of spring

We miss the cherry blossoms they are always so cheerful and so this week I may take a few moments and draw more ballerinas.

Hope all of you are doing well. Not sure how it is for the rest of you but I am actually happy to be home writing and creating. Most of the places where I work in hospice did a close down (which was wise) – anything to prevent a spread. Be well and write!!!

Sharing with Poets And Story Tellers United

 

Drawing You #poetry #face

My first sweep of your jawline

a shade around your nose

caught on your eyes

what is happening

who knows

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I sketched until dawn

this face remembering

then why were my lips

shaking and trembling

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I peered deeper still

you looked back at me

what had I done

set my love free?

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To settle on a face

the one in my dreams

Oh what a fool

to believe in such schemes

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I continued to draw

each night until dawn

I’d lost all control

what had gone wrong?

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Hearing a sound

before the sun rose

a knock on the door

could it be?

I don’t know

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There someone stood

something circling his face

the man in my drawing

no turning back

I’ll have a mental break

 

When I originally wrote this I was starting to draw portraits. They are difficult. I added a little more Jekyl Hyde rather than a romantic tone.

Art: Pablo Picasso

Searching #poetry #art #elderlyissues #atozchallenge

 

 

Boys Wading

 

so easy when we’re small

no words need be expressed

I’m wading in the mud

and now I am depressed

I lost my very thought

went through my fingertips

a momentary drop

there’s so much I have missed

 

Searching when we are young seems part of the mystery of learning.

The discovery is part of the looking.

As we age it seems we search more and the lengthy discovery crescendos in frustration

So how do we as caregivers dial frustration down?

Don’t find the word that was lost look for it with your family member.

If it’s an object secretly bring it closely to them so they can “find it”

“Oh there they are” reflects a lighter tone than “I have lost my mind with my glasses.”

My response: “I”m so glad you found them. It would have taken me the rest of the day.” I smile understanding the art of losing things.

This photo of this beautiful work by artist Winslow Homer reminds me why we do it. We do it together ….

 

Photo:  Winslow Homer “Boys Wading” 1873 Smithsonian

What do you do when you lose something???

 

 

 

 

 

Jalopy #classicars #elderlycare #memories

Red Chevy

Grandpa’s car always made that noise

leather-like seats had that smell

the doors made a special creak

chrome had a sheen

whitewalls always clean

it felt like home

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This month seems a little surreal, I thought I’d write about those cars that our grandparents drove or maybe it was your dad’s car. They took such pride in their cars. It was no jalopy.

Many of my elderly clients have a special car or motorcycle that makes their eyes shine. It might be a picture of a car they once had. My father had replicas of cars he had restored.

This part of elderly care is fun – relive good memories. Cars are an important memory for many.

Va rooom…

Do you have any good car memories????

 

Thanks A to Z challenge you are classic!

 

photography credit: “Red Chevy” and “Green Caddy Chrome” moondustdesigns 2019

Seek The Cure #covid19 #disease

disease in every crevice

my eyes are covered

soul  drier than the desert

*

where is refreshment

streams of life forsaken

down to the abyss

*

disease in every crevice

my eyes are covered

soul  drier than the desert

*

death circles the drain

immeasurable lines to mourn

my heart can’t cry

*

disease in every crevice

my eyes are covered

soul  drier than the desert

*

where is the cure?

no one has the answer

lost in a wasteland

*

disease in every crevice

my eyes are covered

soul  drier than the desert

*

looking in the wrong places

trusting man’s word

fools follow fools

*

disease in every crevice

my eyes are covered

soul  drier than the desert

*

open my eyes to The Truth

help me seek the cure

it’s at the cross of Jesus

 

“If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. “He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said,

out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”

~John 7:37-38