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[Psyche]

(Just out of the oven. Had to write something to get worse thoughts out of my head..)


Go… slip into your familiar fiefdom sealed to me;
I’ll say adios now –to my feelings not you-
as I release your angel arm,
admitting the unattainable.

Go with your peers through nether
portals of the mind, stranger than witchcraft.
Dark shores bordering lightness!
Maybe I too will traverse their sands,
beyond reason, more cryptic than art
or the poetic word.

My goodbye is irreversible. You’ll not know
me if I, too, plummet into improvident spans.
Today I can only sit by you, disregarding
your prattle, valuing nothing,
yet confident of some sheltering empathy
in the synchronicity of our lives.

Go before I burst out crying for the self
I loved in you; stumble off as if nothing
happened, when everything has happened!
Grope your droll road to baffling echelons
with their odd laws -everything has laws,
even lunacy-
I’ll not browbeat you back
into this world tagged normal.

Set off now!
It’s time to let go…

By Psyche

© Sylvia Evelyn, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 2010.
All rights reserved.

[Eisa]

Oh Syl! - this is so moving!

Well, they call it the long goodbye, don't they? Remembering my mother, I must have said goodbye to her (the real her) years before she died. I understand in part what you are going through, but it was my mother who had dementia, not my spouse!

I have read that your vacation has been cancelled - I hope the accident/illness is not too serious. I'll pm you later.

As for your poem - it reads perfect to me - well chosen words!

Hugs
Snow

[Psyche]

Dear Snow!

I'm finally catching up on my homework, yes!

The long goodbye....wow....I hadn't heard of that phrase for mental illness. It's such a cruel way to grow old, well, there are many cruel ways to go...of course. There are so many contrasts to deal with, sometimes your loved one says amazingly lucid things, or can even make jokes and laugh a lot. Some don't, some do. But they keep revealing that they're aware of many things, especially if they receive TLC.

So the 'real person' appears to cling to one, or maybe one clings to them, especially if they remember you and can still show love...wow...I expect that happened with your Mum?

Do please nit if you wish, I always aim for a better poem with a little help from my friends! I'm glad you find it moving, as Alan did. I aim to touch people's feelings...

I'm now on the postponed hols!! Today a storm blew up after 4 splendid Spring days.
I'd love to move over here....we'll see....hmmm....Don't want to even think of going back to Buenos Aires this coming Tuesday...boohoo.... ;-)

Hugs, Syl***

Oh Syl! - this is so moving!

Well, they call it the long goodbye, don't they? Remembering my mother, I must have said goodbye to her (the real her) years before she died. I understand in part what you are going through, but it was my mother who had dementia, not my spouse!

I have read that your vacation has been cancelled - I hope the accident/illness is not too serious. I'll pm you later.

As for your poem - it reads perfect to me - well chosen words!

Hugs
Snow