Joan was practicing her scales,
Her vocal histrionics,
Resounding down the corridor.
Help me
Help me please
Her ululations at fever pitch
Reverberating off the walls.
On the verge of hysterics
Help Me
Don’t leave me
Comically trilling
In half Italian or obscure German
Her shrill coloratura
Imperfect pitch trembling
An unknown aria
Please don’t leave me
Joan was talking in tongues
Calling up the spirits and devils
Pleading and preaching
A devotional cantor
Crying and wailing at a wake
Listening to her through a wall
While sitting here for the last hour
A siren song of dementia
Her voice gradually fades,
Tired and exhausted
Help Me
Please
An emergency buzzer hangs limp
Broken and soundless.
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An Opera Singer
Hello, Sen,
This is raw and heartbreaking. Very dramatic. If I read correctly, you have touched on the hard, painful subject of dementia. Very effective use of the life and voice of an opera singer. I'll read this again soon.
Thank you,
L
Hello Lavender
I really appreciate you reading and commenting on this, you are correct it is about a dementia patient, challenging to write about, more distressing to hear and experience. Well done on winning the weekly contest and your new one is very nice too.
Hello, Sen,
In reading again, the depth here is stirring. Wonderful poetic approach to a hard subject.
Thank you,
L