Shaker Full of Bingo Numbers

 

Dementia, I hate the word.

It rattles in our family tree

like a shaker full of bingo numbers.

We sit around wondering

which name life will draw

to turn reality into nonsense.

The twisted miscreant

is a well-known villain

skewing our perspective

with its bottleneck

of nightmare visions

that play as unwanted re-runs.

Swimming in a turgid river

of what if’s, we seek escape

through avoidance.

Drunk on the effervescence

of bottled hysteria we gather

together to ignore ticking bombs.

With the line of demarcation drawn

there are moments of artificial Zen

where ethereal hope surrounds.

Damn the chaffing burlap of fear

that keeps us trying to forget there might

be tomorrows full of todays we can’t remember.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

 Laurie Kolp at Real Toads had us looking back on words she chose for inspiration over the last year. We could use one or more of the words to include in our piece. A Word With Laurie: Review