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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Friday, 20 February 2015

Crystal Clear....



She sits alone within her own cocoon,
Shrouded from her entire surroundings.
Eyes stare without seeing today’s world,
The sound of talking is silent in her mind.
Her crystal lamp is abandoned from care,
All belongings are deserted from attention.
Her perspective is internally facing forever,
Her gaze is transparent in its sad emptiness.
This journey is taken in isolation and alone,
Farewells too late as her departure had gone.
Her dementia deteriorated in a sneaky fashion,
Only memories enliven her past participation.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 20/02/2015
Poets United Mid-week Motif: ‘Glass.’
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8 comments:

  1. Myrna R.Friday, February 20, 2015

    It's sad when this happens. Made me think of my mother.

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  2. SusanFriday, February 20, 2015

    Sadness overtook me by the end, but a sadness so still and vacant that I had to go back and read it again. Whether dead or alive, she has left those who remember her and:
    "Her crystal lamp is abandoned from care,
    All belongings are deserted from attention.
    Her perspective is internally facing forever,
    Her gaze is transparent in its sad emptiness."

    She may also have left herself. So beautifully written. So painful for those still there. (RIP)

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyFriday, February 20, 2015

    Dementia is such a sad ending for a life, a double loss for her loved ones, as they lose her before the final losing........

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  4. Optimistic ExistentialistFriday, February 20, 2015

    This is very beautifully written but also very sad and melancholic. Great work as always, Eileen...

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  5. Sumana RoySaturday, February 21, 2015

    "Her gaze is transparent in its sad emptiness."....the line captures her ailment and predicament and hits hard...this is one truth no one knows when it befalls...such a poignant write Eileen and so touching...

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  6. alan1704Saturday, February 21, 2015

    abandoned from care - This really captures the sad words, but you have captured it with love.

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  7. MargieSaturday, February 21, 2015

    I have a dear friend who no longer knows me ... dementia came to her early ...
    Your poem is sad but wonderfully expressed, Eileen.

    xx

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  8. Anjum Wasim DarWednesday, February 25, 2015

    wonderful poem...emotional effective deeply touching

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