A Question Of My Own Mortality Comments

This poem is set to become a part of my 2nd showcase of PH poems later this month. bri ;)

I believe that my PH friend, Lynn Petty, has died, I believe from cancer. I also left messages in 2016. Best wishes to Lynn if he is still lingering, and CONGRATULATIONS if he has escaped further turmoil in his life. bri ;)

No it is not the naked fact of death that I fear it is the prison of my own being.......you said it all Lynn.....a harsh truth so difficult to face but one is never able to escape. My best wishes to you.

It is mortality of body.What you create through words are immortal.about the hard truth of life, the poem is excellent.

WOW...stunning, scary imagery, and a terrifying sad reality for some of us approaching later years. Superbly penned 10+

give me lucidity or give me death!

it is the prison Of my own being; that time from competence to incontinence; Between enclosure to final closure. .............................. love this. :) [you know what i mean, i hope] bri the poem may say enough [i haven't finished yet, but i just read the Poet's Note], but it doesn't say it ALL! love the alliterations here: Dimly seen on the distant reaches of my destiny, In that, I had witnessed my own fragile mortality. to MyPoemList immediately! well, almost immediately. bri :)

I have a very elderly friend who is 99 this year and she is in the same situation in a Care Home and sometimes she knows us and sometimes she doesn't. Very sad that the mind goes before the body and sadly there is nothing one can do to help them remember. You have captured the wandering minds trying to make out where they are and how they came to be there. Very confusing situation. Very well captured, I feel the same every time I visit her. Love Ernestine

Volunteering at a Catholic nursing home when I was 12 I saw all the things you are describing in this poem, I had many of these thoughts at that young age. I kept helping out through the years and was hired when I was 16 as a nurse's aide. Somehow I found comfort in the way people handled growing old, I saw it was inevitable and learned to accept it through the years, knowing one day I would be in the same position as those I was taking care of. Thank you for this poem, it brought back so many gentle and heartfelt memories. This poem is really great! Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn

'The atmosphere was heavy with quiet confusion. People wandered about searching and shifting in a Sort of stolid acquiescence.' I love the juxtaposition of these lines with the next line 'Their lives recalled as flashes in memory, projecting film images on their thick, gray screen of dementia.' so powerful and graphically true, I used a similar film image in a different context once, and the 'Dimly seen on the distant reaches of my destiny, In that, I had witnessed my own fragile mortality.' which is the reason I race to get a few thoughts down before passing crossing into a new state of awareness waiting

'Why was I so disrupted? Perhaps, it was a solemn foreshadowing, Dimly seen on the distant reaches of my destiny, ' it often proves desirable not knowing what the future holds

Thought provoking and meaningful write throwing light on natural human tendencies appearing in the evening of life. Thanks for sharing.10 points.