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helene

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Slips and Slides
« on: November 26, 2010, 10:21:07 AM »
Forgive me for my slips and slides,
Of memory, cognisance, recognition,
And other sundry things that are necessary, one supposes,
For proper functioning in this life.
It's just me right now,
Not quite sure where I am,
It's all blurring together, work, home, downtown, the waterfront,
Willow bowers and libraries.
It's all quickly becoming one and the same thing.
Lost in a quagmire of memories, mixed with the necessity of pretense,
In front of an ever expecting audience,
They clap madly at my most recent perfect performance:
"She's done it again!", they shout enthusiastically,
"Survived through another day! Bravo! Bravo!"
The sound of clapping echoes, down the long halls of my wandering self,
Lost at every turn, the halls continue on, endlessly turning, turning,
As I wander aimlessly on.

Helene

PS: I'm away on holiday next week. 'Use it or lose it', so-to-speak, so I'm using it. If all goes well I hope to be back on December 6. Take care all of you and please know that you all have helped me immensley and I hope I'm giving something good back.


Helene & Lesley

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Re: Slips and Slides
« Reply #1 on: November 29, 2010, 10:26:01 AM »
Wishing you safe travels and looking forward to your return.
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Re: Slips and Slides
« Reply #2 on: December 06, 2010, 02:32:12 PM »
Hi Browneyedgirl,

Thank you for your good wishes for my week off. It was an odd week as I was overly emotional some times and numb at other times. Life goes roaring on, especially with Christmas coming and that too is strange because even my husband is part of all of that and I'm not. I just finished printing the first volume of 67 poems that I wrote about my sister Lesley. I wrote them in the last three weeks. A kind of insanity really but I guess I just had to do it. I will give these volumes as Christmas presents to the family and some friends. They are not going to like it as the book as sad as well as angry, but I simply don't care. That's all I've got to offer anyone this Christmas and that's it.

Once again, thank you for your caring. I hope you are doing ok these days! This is such a difficult time of the year!


Helene & Lesley