Dementia Comments

A well observation is found in this poem on dementia. It is a serious mental disorder that you have captured well in this poem. Some lines may be cited here......... or like serpents intertwining, hissing in turmoil within the brain, unable to sense the gusty blast, or hear the whispering air, dead to sounds that disturb, deaf to songs that soothe, like a phantom he moves weird, Beautiful poem.10

The greatest fear of those aging, you have put the fear in me, but such is the reality of life and such a state is not for us to decide. Indeed, it is a blessing not to know the morrow. Thanks Valsa.

with dreary nights ahead that shall not know another morrow. We all are helpless in the courts of time.

As we age, parts of the brain tend to shrink—even in the absence of neurocognitive diseases, such as dementia or Alzheimer's...........Valsa.......a state of serious emotional and mental deterioration so well presented in poetic form.......great write

I wonder why no one has so far invested a Ph.D on Bri Edwards for his extensive research in Etymology! Thanks Bri, for your critical comments and linguistic analysis! !

VALSA, these lines: like a phantom he moves weird, [WEIRDLY? ; i've been called weird] drifting far away to a space and time impenetrable with nothing to make the mind agog or depress it to let out a sigh. these lines do seem to give a good picture of dementia. nice description. don't worry, Valsa; you're not there YET! i've sometimes been agog to look into a girlie magazine. nice word: agog............. a·gog ?'gäg/ adjective adjective: agog 1. very eager or curious to hear or see something. I'm all agog to see London synonyms: eager, excited, impatient, keen, anxious, avid, in suspense, on tenterhooks, on the edge of one's seat, on pins and needles, waiting with bated breath More tell us what happened—we're all agog! Origin mid 16th cent.: from Old French en gogues, from en ‘in’ + the plural of gogue ‘fun.’ [YES MY BREATH WOULD BE BATED; OR is it BAITED? ] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i wonder if advanced dementia-victims necessarily always feel that they or the things around them are dreary. what do they FEEL, if anything? must be something, but i don't ever want to find out. kill me first! what a waste of resources. THAT should elicit a response or two from anyone who reads my comment. if i ever DO get caught in dementia, i at least hope that valsa is correct that It is bare - dismally barren of all memories - sweet and sour. it would be truly cruel of God (or whatever) if i were only barren of sweet memories but could remember the sour ones. thanks for sharing, Valsa. i'm glad you remembered to pass this good poem along to me, even though it has no rhyming OR humour! bri :)

A sad ending for so many elderly who forget their life 'dismally barren of all memories - sweet and sour.' so well portrayed in this poem, another great write...regards

Good poem! Long time ago I knew of somebody who would envy those who can't recall or keep the days or ways of life, saying they are the happy chosen ones... to a space and time impenetrable with nothing to make the mind agog or depress it to let out a sigh.. Not to feel anything, to loose awareness hmm...don't know what to believe I can only feel very sad yet can't stop my wonder...

A very keen observation and description of this disabling disease. Excellent write.

sad facts if Dementia! People who live with such patients, really know the difficulty of it. They need constant attention and proper medical care! Well written poem!

The horror of dementia, very well expressed in these very poetic lines.

A fantastic poem, really like it, a great write.