A Trickle Of Thoughts - 62 Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
A Trickle Of Thoughts - 62
The wind blows slowly
on the footmarks we left
on the dusty ground until
they are wipe out,
leaving no trails behind.
The claws of dementia
are comparable to this wind.
They can sweep away
memories and relationships.
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As I was typing, the poem-police whisked away what I'd written already. Now WHAT was I 'saying'? ?
'You can still sell the copyright or allow someone to use your work, even if you include an "all rights reserved" statement. '
(cont.) I'm sure Rose Marie won't mind having me quote a short piece of her poem. ;)
What does 'All Rights Reserved'? Are they Reserved for ME? ? ? I'm
***** Thanks for sharing and warning all who read this poem. bri : )
As my dad was dying, for a day or two before 'the end' he 'thought' my sister/his daughter was HIS MOTHER. bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/29/2026 5:50:45 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
'claws of dementia'...an apt description of the crippling disease's menace. I think I hear some scratching at my door; it's only mild scratching for now.