This poem was born July 25, 2015. Poetry and prose are the only ways for me to publicly express my anger, frustration and despair. Otherwise I feel powerless. The written word is one of the few channels I have to vent my exasperation. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know poetry has become on of my releases.
I do everything I can and yet wish I could do more to make the world a better place for people who live with dementia and those who care for them. So many of us are held hostage by this disease, our love and circumstances beyond our control. I exercise the muscle of my voice in comparative silence. Nevertheless, it grows stronger, waiting for the time I will be free to tell our story more fully. Until then, I invite you to read between the lines.
hopscotch & double dutch
a poem by punkie
past & present
are both the same
hop scotch we play
at children’s games
draw some pictures
write some prose:
“hey – go stick it
up your nose!”
wicked witches
slice your spine
if you stray
outside the lines
we seek & hide
then pin the tail
on the road
to #EPIC #FAIL
poose is nimble
punk is quick
two jump over
the candlestick
now kick the can
or skip the rope
you girls who won’t
give up on hope
tip the tea pot
short & stout
oh looky here:
our love pours out
bangs cause bruises
we skin our knees
that won’t stop us
just wait ‘n see.
Notes:
- Hopscotch is a children’s game that can be played with several players or alone. Players toss a small object into numbered spaces of a pattern of rectangles outlined on the ground and then hop or jump through the spaces to retrieve the object. The tossed objects must not touch the lines of the spaces into which they are thrown.
- Double Dutch is a skipping game that involves at least three people: one or more jumping, and two turning the ropes. A jumper usually performs tricks that may involve gymnastics or breakdance, and may also incorporate fancy foot movements.
- Poose and Punkie are nicknames.
© Susan Macaulay 2013 – 2015. I invite you to share the links widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.
Wow–that is a good poem! Talk soon
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❤
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Susan you’re a gifted writer
beautiful descriptions
When I read your writing it helps me from screaming about my situation with my Dear mom
Take care all thank you
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Thanks Suzette. I want to scream too 😦 I can handle suffering. It’s needless suffering I have a problem with. And when the needless suffering is actually induced and could be prevented relatively easily, well, my frustration goes to a whole new level.
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Hang in there!
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I am, but only by the skin of my teeth 😦
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Beautiful poem born from the love you have in your heart and the restrictions placed on you from people who just don’t understand.
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Thanks Heidi and yes you’re right.
P.S. I fixed the damned autocorrect 😉
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