Tag: parkinsons
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Tube
So I’m on a tube. Speeding from Baker Street to Waterloo. Ion the silver shiny jubilee line. This was my old commute down to Canary Wharf. Today I get off earlier but oh how much have I reacted to this trip? I feel such a sense of loss as I stand here avoiding tourist backpacks.…
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Silver spoon
I look for a silver spoon To help the medicine go down The bitter taste sticks around And reminds me that Life is not all sugar It’s not so sweet at times. But then, sugar isn’t really sweet A history stained with tyranny and tears. Shielded by marketing and greed But it fixes the rancid…
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Arnold’s song, or total recall
How do you remember? Cast your mind far behind to the past. Is it taste, smell or touch Which one gives you a rush? Which one transports you through space and time? Recognition is fickle, And synapses crackle With altered results every go. Which version of truth Is the one you produce Is it the…
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If. Or, Pollie writes a poem
A blank page is an opportunity. It beckons But I stall. I’m shy, uncertain, What if this is all? All I can produce. All I can get down. Small and stuttered, Slurred and slowed, I’m starting to slow down. What if I never find my voice What if it’s gone from me? Stealing into the…
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Step
Step Lemmings throw themselves Weeds drape Beetles clamber And eggs roll The edge marks a start A change you can’t change A turn or a twist A drop or a fall A push A shove Nails drag as they cling Some change is a good thing Some Step
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