inevitably
losing one word per hour
mute within the year
Signs of dementia
I 'lost' the word 'surf' this evening. I had to describe it and ask my husband. Will I lose it again tomorrow?
Strangely enough I could remember 'white horses', like the foam overlying the crest of the incoming wave. Will I have to communicate in poetic phrases when I go in for physiotherapy?
I tell you: 'scared' isn't the word :-)
This haiku and explanation just grabs you - the reader, in hard grip. very literary, dark, powerful, dark too in humour, which redefines the whole concept of humour. I am still stunned as I comment now. Very.
ReplyDeleteHamish, you have a gift for interpretation and commenting. Thank you so much.
DeleteOur memories are very fickle. I love your description of the fear that comes with that!
ReplyDeleteHeart felt and so poignantly expressed. Bless you.
ReplyDeleteHmmm ... a scary thought losing one word an hour (shudder) .. what is the word 'surf'? When you wrote 'white horses' alas I thought of "The Lord of the Rings" (book not film) ... I cannot imagine describing something to a physiotherapist in prosody ... perhaps:
ReplyDeletea creaking sound
this old limb speaks
in winter cold
Bastet
Wonderful -- can't wait to try this on her next session :-)
DeleteOof..... echoing Hamish: the dark humor is stunning. It brings back memories of chemotherapy, and the resultant brain fog. The haiku in your side bar also catch my breath. Powerful, powerful.
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