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
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
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
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
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