The Language Of Dementia Poem by Khairul Ahsan

Brilliant use of words! ! inspiring piece of work Mr Khairul

Touch would be the language of dementia, beautiful continuation and answer to Bri Edwards' poem. A furry of activity. Nice poem composed.

the mistakes made in my poem Dementia.....Death, written in my first comment to The Language Of Dementia, have now been corrected and a couple of other small changes have been made, AND it is now submitted. :) bri

so far my favorite line is: That under oblivion my past lies buried, [i looked up oblivion to be sure it fit for me] Khairul, you've inspired me. i'll try to REMEMBER to post this, giving you and your poem due credit. :) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dementia..............Death If someday oblivion, my human past, does bury, I'm sure for some, but not for me, it will be scary. I'll be the lucky one; no longer will I have worries, as, around me, one or more caretakers scurries. Well, I HOPE I'll have no worries if it does happen, and I'd hope that you're willpower, it doesn't sappen. And when my mind is fuzzy and doesn't remember, i hope I'll die quickly, like some worn out, dying ember. (October 2,2014) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When you try to catch my ubiquitous attention i had some trouble with the use of ubiquitous, a word which is not really part of my vocabulary, though another PH member used it in her poem recently. it is a good word, but not one of mine. u·biq·ui·tous yo?o'bikw?d?s/ adjective adjective: ubiquitous present, appearing, or found everywhere. his ubiquitous influence was felt by all the family synonyms: omnipresent, ever-present, everywhere, all over the place, pervasive, universal, worldwide, global; rife, prevalent, far-reaching, inescapable after WWII, television became almost ubiquitous in the United States antonyms: rare MAYBE ALL OVER THE PLACE is the way you mean it in the poem? ============================== the last two stanzas sound like the wishful thinking of a person hoping for a scrap of goodness from an unfortunate situation. i suppose there could be some clarity brought about by a touch to the forehead. i don't know much about dementia. i believe it comes in different forms, different intensities. i hope i become no more 'demented' than i already am. my dad was, i guess, somewhat demented for a year or so before he died. i had little contact with him then; he lived in an assisted-living facility, partially for physical reasons. his last day or two, spent in a nursing home, was different. he thought his daughter (my sister) was his mother or his sister; i don't remember for sure (dementia?) . ha ha? OR no laughing matter? ? i like poems with a story and a message. i am a sucker for (good) rhyming. so i enjoyed the poem. i enjoyed the way you manhandled words in some places to suit your needs, such as: Of them my mind do not have even traces and A flurry of activity the touch would spearhead. i also liked how you sometimes continued a sentence into the middle of the next line. thanks for sharing, and GOOD LUCK with the future. i really hope i can achieve death before dementia, and my death may be self-induced, despite some people's cries against it. getting too old is not good for several reasons i won't go into here. :) bri p.s. Side by side we would sit, without any feeling. .....perhaps you would have no feeling, but i''m sure she would have plenty. either feelings like oh, my darling, come back to me my sweet. OR finally i don't have to put up with you reminding me how much i spent on vacation 17 years ago! [i couldn't resist.] ok, this deserves a spot on MyPoemList.

this is not at all a crazy, good writing, thanks.