Ballet-dancer suffering from alzheimer’s disease
Dazzlingly white walls, furniture, mantle,
cold eyed fear.
The examination room is a restrained breath,
slowing heart rhythm,
stopping blood in vessels
listening hemoglobin in blood.
Her loved ones were comforted,
she did not know how needlessly humiliating
replicate names, dates,
counting backwards,
like a schoolgirl.
Objects lessened together with their
alphabetic sequences, face-contours faded,
than fell into pit, like soldiers.
She was sitting in the lounge,
the nurse combed her neatly.
Tchaikovsky music infiltrated
hrough the open window,
and Odett wxpanded her wings,
precious neck leaned to her prince,
and nurses were watching the
breathtaking performance.
- Author: Szentirmai Maria ( Offline)
- Published: June 9th, 2023 09:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I am very sensitive to ill people. My father had Alzheimer, so I well know this illness. The Ballet dancer forgot almost everything except choreography of Odett from Swan Lake.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 4
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