Small talk

small talk poem - flooded room photoart @hanginguptodry
the flooded room @hanginguptodry

“I’m having a memory test with the doctor” she confided with a half-hearted chuckle as if to sidestep the applicability. We were making conversation in the waiting minutes before our appointed times. Knowing the routine I shared examples of tasks to expect .
“Oh I can manage that – I’m an artist and I mostly win at scrabble.”
None of which accounted for the need for attention-grabbing post-it notes placed liked stepping stones on her floor or the number of burnt saucepans as she wandered off to attend to things elsewhere.
We were about the same age. She did not appear to be unscrambling and joining the legion of the lost minds but membership is granted long before we apply. I pray no one has submitted her name – nor mine.

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In the right hemisphere a pictorial phosphorescence
revolves light as regular as watchtower beams
cut the night. Nameless shards formed from vapour
in shades of shapely hue fill volumes
without murmuring a word. This zealous treasury
of art now worthless impressions upon her memory

Fresh off the page, some prose and a quadrille for small talk at the Dverse Poets Pub: open link night #179

28 Comments on “Small talk

  1. No one hopes for their names to be submitted ~ Your artwork is gorgeous ~

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    • Digital art is one of my creative outlets since pencil and paint elude any talent!

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  2. So well written…and what a lovely accompanying art piece.

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    • Thank you Kay – it was an impromptu piece but the digital art I did a while back -it seemed to fit what I wanted to say

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    • Wish we could be blackballed for certain

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  3. The mind is a brilliant thing that can work in our favor – or against it. I like the membership idea; the Quadrille has become a favorite form of mine.

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    • Can still create even after it has forgotten the words but everyday tasks require attention to detail 😉 quadrilles are newish to me – just 44 words to dance with

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  4. Oh this is so familiar, Laura. I just hate it when names, words and memories slip into black holes or when, just for a moment, that watchtower light disappears. I can’t type the way I used to and sometimes it comes out as nonsense – not great for someone who thinks of herself as a writer,

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    • Nouns are the first to slip – still your writing shows no sign of wear and tear Kim

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  5. Yes, the one thing we all fear is losing control, and then not even being aware of our diminished self.

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    • bit close to the bone as well the heart and mind!

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  6. You eloquently expressed how many of us feel about this. For me, I have family members going through tests and I worry for them.

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    • a milestone we do never want to reach

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    • thank you Kiki – wrote it while still fresh from the ecounter

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  7. I worked with dementia almost my entire nursing career, but when it happens in your family, in your DNA lineage, you start checking that membership list off and on. Chilling.

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    • my closest family have ended their lives in tact but there are environmental factors too that they will have escaped the worst of

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