As Though I Were Just Flowing, Flowing

April 14, 2019

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is health.

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A poem from the point of view of someone with Alzheimer’s:

As though I were just flowing, flowing,

Leaving not a trace behind,

Zest for life not one whit less,

However blank the roving mind;

Emptiness the space for being

In the moving moment still,

Meaning nothing more than meaning,

Each ellipse elliptical;

Reminiscences like flowers

'Ere the garden was convened,

So sweet the disconnected hours . . .

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Health

4/8: Give Your Pain a Bit of Gratitude

4/9: Thirty-Eight Is Running for Her Life

4/10: When Life Becomes a Sea of Pain

4/11: Grace Comes with a Patina of Pain

4/12: Forty-Nine Is on the Edge of Fifty

4/13: Fractures Rarely Heal Right on Their Own

4/14: As Though I Were Just Flowing, Flowing