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Damn Dementia

Published April 23,2019 by Renee Field

I am a seed, drilled with destiny

My fate; procreation

I fall from the trees, blow on the wind, float on the seas

And often get rebirthed in dung.

Life is messy, tangled with vines

My growth, coded DNA.


I am a daughter, birthed in mother’s blood

My fate; procreation

I follow your lessons, grow with the years, skip into my own life

And often call out for tearful advice

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines

My growth, coded DNA.


I am the future, cast to tomorrow

My fate; procreation

I am a person, not a disease or a seed destined to sprout

And often I wrench the will of my owner

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines, supplanting DNA

dandelion.jpg

Damn Dementia

Published April 23,2019 by Renee Field

I am a seed, drilled with destiny

My fate; procreation

I fall from the trees, blow on the wind, float on the seas

And often get rebirthed in dung.

Life is messy, tangled with vines

My growth, coded DNA.


I am a daughter, birthed in mother’s blood

My fate; procreation

I follow your lessons, grow with the years, skip into my own life

And often call out for tearful advice

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines

My growth, coded DNA.


I am the future, cast to tomorrow

My fate; procreation

I am a person, not a disease or a seed destined to sprout

And often I wrench the will of my owner

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines, supplanting DNA

dandelion.jpg

Damn Dementia

Published April 23,2019 by Renee Field

I am a seed, drilled with destiny

My fate; procreation

I fall from the trees, blow on the wind, float on the seas

And often get rebirthed in dung.

Life is messy, tangled with vines

My growth, coded DNA.


I am a daughter, birthed in mother’s blood

My fate; procreation

I follow your lessons, grow with the years, skip into my own life

And often call out for tearful advice

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines

My growth, coded DNA.


I am the future, cast to tomorrow

My fate; procreation

I am a person, not a disease or a seed destined to sprout

And often I wrench the will of my owner

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines, supplanting DNA

Damn Dementia

Published April 23,2019

by Renee Field

I am a seed, drilled with destiny

My fate; procreation

I fall from the trees, blow on the wind, float on the seas

And often get rebirthed in dung.

Life is messy, tangled with vines

My growth, coded DNA.

 

I am a daughter, birthed in mother’s blood

My fate; procreation

I follow your lessons, grow with the years, skip into my own life

And often call out for tearful advice

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines

My growth, coded DNA.

 

I am the future, cast to tomorrow

My fate; procreation

I am a person, not a disease or a seed destined to sprout

And often I wrench the will of my owner

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines, supplanting DNA

Tropical Leaves

The Burden of the Walk 

Published May 2021 

by Renee Field

The Burden of the Walk

By Renee Field

 

I am on an endless road

feet blundering up, down and around

Companion, a dark shadow, slinks left, right, centre

Words are spoken

I hear naught… wind invades my crazed glee senses

Companion races

I dare not run

Olympic chase seeks euphoric hunger of Shadow

 

I freeze…

Shadow laughs, inching closer

I feel the edge of Companion

A blanket, quilted of tender fingers

 Fear, suffocates me

My mouth forms hollow words

I want to beg, rewind the seasons and tilt the decades to yesteryears

 

Breathe…

Mercurially, my hand presses Shadow into the gathered fabric

Companion howls; tears unhinged

Heart and mind, slowly beat to a new Eden of discovery

 

I look into eyes blind with foresight…

We will walk Companion, up, down and around this road

I will lead you…a token dance partner

Stumbling, miscalculating Shadow’s rehearsals to our orchestra’s finale

Damn Dementia

Published April 23,2019

by Renee Field

I am a seed, drilled with destiny

My fate; procreation

I fall from the trees, blow on the wind, float on the seas

And often get rebirthed in dung.

Life is messy, tangled with vines

My growth, coded DNA.

 

I am a daughter, birthed in mother’s blood

My fate; procreation

I follow your lessons, grow with the years, skip into my own life

And often call out for tearful advice

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines

My growth, coded DNA.

 

I am the future, cast to tomorrow

My fate; procreation

I am a person, not a disease or a seed destined to sprout

And often I wrench the will of my owner

Life is messy, tangled with dementia vines, supplanting DNA

Tropical Leaves

The Burden of the Walk 

Published May 2021 

by Renee Field

The Burden of the Walk

By Renee Field

 

I am on an endless road

feet blundering up, down and around

Companion, a dark shadow, slinks left, right, centre

Words are spoken

I hear naught… wind invades my crazed glee senses

Companion races

I dare not run

Olympic chase seeks euphoric hunger of Shadow

 

I freeze…

Shadow laughs, inching closer

I feel the edge of Companion

A blanket, quilted of tender fingers

 Fear, suffocates me

My mouth forms hollow words

I want to beg, rewind the seasons and tilt the decades to yesteryears

 

Breathe…

Mercurially, my hand presses Shadow into the gathered fabric

Companion howls; tears unhinged

Heart and mind, slowly beat to a new Eden of discovery

 

I look into eyes blind with foresight…

We will walk Companion, up, down and around this road

I will lead you…a token dance partner

Stumbling, miscalculating Shadow’s rehearsals to our orchestra’s finale