So true. In our youth we think “nothing can harm us.” When in reality we are denying the truth that one day our bodies will fail and we will be weakened to the point of needing, once again, someone to care for us.
New artistic approach here, DF? I really like how well it matches the mood of your poem. A man in an open backed gown being bossed around by a nurse. That man was once “King of the Road”, wasn’t he? Or was he? Hmmmm.
very different write for you..made me also think of very successful business people who get a burn out and end up in hospital and don’t even manage to get the tooth paste on the brush any more…sad..
I like the way your poem and image speak wisdom and compassion, as I too have been a “poor thing” and also a strong caregiver. During my mother’s final illness, though, her spirit grew stronger and that is my stronger memory!
Hi Ellen, thank you so much for your comments. I’m glad that you have good memories of your mother. We never realise how important mothers are until they’ve gone. Take care and thanks again.
Poor things… It is so true that most of us will be like that one day athough some of us might beat the odds and keep fit. 🙂 I like the poem, sharp and to the point!
When I was in your country the other week, I noticed that the eldery are not to be called “dear” anymore. 🙂 Oh dear!
I think it is important to see people for what they are as a whole, more than how they are doing physically perhaps. Wisdom comes with growing older.
I hope lol.
Hi,
A poem that is a bit different, but oh so true.
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I am that Nurse who ponders,
when it is my time
will I be so sweet as this poor darlin’ 😀
Beautiful, short yet thoughtful.
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I really like this piece of art, David. I watched a programme, last evening, about the new Hockney exhibition. Fascinating creativity with the iPad.
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So true. In our youth we think “nothing can harm us.” When in reality we are denying the truth that one day our bodies will fail and we will be weakened to the point of needing, once again, someone to care for us.
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Gosh we sure do right? 🙂 Love the visual attached to this, it just POPS, and adds to the mysterious and thought-provoking tone of this piece.
Pete
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So very true!
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Mags, thank you!!
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Thank you Raven!
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Yes, I saw that too, fascinating. Thank you Martin!
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Yes, indeed. I used to go to Buddhist classes and this kind of feeling has stuck with me every since. Thank you very much!
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Pete, thank you very much!
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Wendell, thank you very much!!
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New artistic approach here, DF? I really like how well it matches the mood of your poem. A man in an open backed gown being bossed around by a nurse. That man was once “King of the Road”, wasn’t he? Or was he? Hmmmm.
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Thank you very much Granbee! Well, he could’ve been K of the R! I’m grateful to you.
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very different write for you..made me also think of very successful business people who get a burn out and end up in hospital and don’t even manage to get the tooth paste on the brush any more…sad..
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So much said in so few words…well done.
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Thank you Claudia – your perceptions are as accurate as ever! I’m grateful.
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Thank you very much!
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Your art and poems are so refreshing!!!!!!!!Thanks….
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Thank you!!!
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So thought provoking in so few words and very true to life. Wonderful, again, David!
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A simply excellent poem, David – so poignant with truth….
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Thank you very much once again, Lauren!
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Betty, once more I’m very grateful to you – thank you!
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I like the way your poem and image speak wisdom and compassion, as I too have been a “poor thing” and also a strong caregiver. During my mother’s final illness, though, her spirit grew stronger and that is my stronger memory!
Blessings, Ellen
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Hi Ellen, thank you so much for your comments. I’m glad that you have good memories of your mother. We never realise how important mothers are until they’ve gone. Take care and thanks again.
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Short and powerful. Love the image as well.
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Thank you Celia!
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We are never what we once were…
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Hi. The image is very powerful. These colors look well together and I like the way the orange grips/reaches out to the blue figure. Jane
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Jane, thank you very much! Yes, you’ve understood very well what I was trying to do – I’m grateful.
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a whole life captured in a few words in this rich layered poem. excellent. done.
Ciao, Francina
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Francina, thank you very much!
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Yes, very wise and interestingly illustrated. As humans, the trappings seem to make us different, but otherwise we walk the same path…
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Thank you once again!
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The inevitable reality!
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Thank you very much!!!
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Poor things… It is so true that most of us will be like that one day athough some of us might beat the odds and keep fit. 🙂 I like the poem, sharp and to the point!
When I was in your country the other week, I noticed that the eldery are not to be called “dear” anymore. 🙂 Oh dear!
I think it is important to see people for what they are as a whole, more than how they are doing physically perhaps. Wisdom comes with growing older.
I hope lol.
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Thank you very much Ina – good to hear from you. Hope you had a good trip. 🙂
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Thank you very much Ina!
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