Time

My mom is at home on hospice care.  Her independence has been dealt a blow. Dementia reared its ugly head but, she forges on. At times she drifts.

in talks with long gone kin

peers across dimension

without much intension

a slip in time..

Pat

2/22/21

For dVerse Poets Pub where it is quadrille night. Our host asks us to write a 44 word poem with the use of the word “go”. I used “gone”.

To read or join in go here https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/22/goinggoinggone-poeming/

Journey Ends

Muddled message
A memory here, a thought there
The very unexpected reference
by the most unlikely aquaintance
Your unmistakable energy
set out in the universe
Telepathy by unusual means
A fluffy white feathers delicate landing
on my windshield
A final message
A journey ends

Pat R

5/08/18

For Quadrille ( a 44 word poem) night at dVerse Poets Pub with the use of the word Muddle

Quadrille #56 – Muddle up that Muse