Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Emptied Rooms” by: rob kistner © 5/13/24
Here is the change
the forgetting
the slipping away
the frustration
the less and less being able
and yet
the burning longing to
remember
memories
dimming in a fog
cherished times and places
loved ones faces
fading
into twilight
like so many emptied rooms
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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse
Rob as I read this I could feel the sadness, the emptiness of lost memories. I think one needs to hang on to the burning longing to remember for as long as one can.
I hope you are well, my friend.
It’s all one can do True. Thank you, and in this moment I am well my friend… 🙂
Rob, your poem made me think of Paul Simon’s song, “Slip Slidin Away.” Maybe some memories fading make way for what’s next?
Hope reaches to grasp, needing that there be more… 😐
A common fear! Memories like rearranged furniture..and then the moving van arrives!
The world turns, a reality drifts, a life shifts — yet ever time moves on… 😐
There is sadness when memories dim in the fog, that last line just hits hard. An honest and emotional poem so well written.
Thank you Di. I find expressing my joys, my whimsies, my passions, and my fears helps keep me mindful and reasonably balanced. So until it’s otherwise — I write and create art. It is most gratifying to know that it resonates for some, that the communication connects time to time… 🙂
The emptying must be scary.
Be patient and trust in the presence of God through the cate of loved ones
Much?love
Thank you Gillena. I am staying responsibly aware. 🙂
Little by little it happens, Rob, ‘the forgetting’ and ‘the slipping away’, I’m just worried about those emptied rooms.
Hard to see clearly from the inside, to know what is normal age related slippage, and what is not. Those brief moments when nothing seems familiar are frustrating, even more so than forgetting a fact or a name. Forgetting is frustrating, but losing connection, even momentarily, is frightening.
I recognize, these days especially, that an increasing number of people I recognize, I can’t name. Sad (and pretty embarrassing, too). I’m not sure I’ll still be longing to hang around once all the rooms are emptied.
Nice work, Bro. Thanks.
I hear you Ron. At this time I am not panicked yet, but I am staying on mindful alert. Their are occasional dark moments when I feel a cloud of confusion — but they thankfully remain short lived. Take care of your “self” my friend, and keep writing and raging… 🙂
Oh my goodness, this took me back to how my nan felt struggling with early dementia, said doors to rooms were closing and getting closer to the chair – powerful, but sad… but sad has to be written too
????Suzanne
I fully relate to what your nan was feeling Suzanne. I write what feels pertinent, and that is not always light fare my friend… 😐
Such a challenging time, Rob. Your words have captured the fears and feelings so well. Hugs.
Thank you De. I will continue to express my moments, light or dark, until I am unable to do so. I will not douse my light as long as it flickers my friend … and I hope I have much still to say. 🙂
Beautifully expressed–those empty rooms. I’m sorry if this is happening to you, Rob. I hope it’s not more than it seems. Sending good thoughts your way.
Thank you so much, Merril. Something has been shifting in the past number of months my friend. I am not panicking, but I remain mindfully and responsibly aware, with the support of my neurologist at Evergreen Neurosciences. I write what I feel, with only a few filters. As long as the words and the art continues to flow, I continue to smile… 🙂
A true slice of life. I’ve had those moments. Used to let it really depress me, but not so much lately. Every body has got crazy stuff they’re dealing with. Young and old. Stay strong.
Pat
I don’t let it stop me… 🙂
A word not used, but so inherent in your well-expressed thoughts: yearning. Yearning for yesterdays and also for tomorrows. Thank you for sharing this tension and wistfulness. I feel it, too.
Love the word yearning Kim. It has high profile in my lexicon. You are welcome! Thank you for your kind words. 🙂
Rob, this is so moving. I see my mom slipping away, then suddenly becoming lucid. Losing memories is the worst part of ageing.
Thank you Punam… 🙂 You take your lifetime to build them, and then time becomes a robber.