[stylist] Cry

Mon May 28 22:44:24 UTC 2012

Jackie, there is nothing more to say. You have said it all, and so clearly. 
This has touched my heart. The vacancy signs in the field of the fertile 
mind - oh yes, I understand how this is. My mother walked through those 
fields for about 8 years, and the aunt that I was taking care of until she 
died in January, also walked through them the past few years. There are not 
words, really.

I am not sure which poem you read - I had posted two about my mother.  I 
will have to look at them to figure out what I sent.  I wrote them as she 
was living the events. she passed five years ago. I was so blessed to be 
with them and holding them as they passed.
Lynda
Lynda Lambert
104 River Road
Ellwood City, PA 16117

724 758 4979

My Blog:  http://www.walkingbyinnervision.blogspot.com
My Website:  http://lyndalambert.com

----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Ashley Bramlett" <bookwormahb at earthlink.net>
To: "Writer's Division Mailing List" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Monday, May 28, 2012 4:52 PM
Subject: Re: [stylist] Cry

> Hi,
> Your attachments came through. So those that have Word should be able to 
> open it.
> The spacing is interesting; you must have tabbed to put some of the line 
> on the right side. Which kind of poem is this?
>
> -----Original Message----- 
> From: Jacqueline Williams
> Sent: Monday, May 28, 2012 2:32 PM
> To: 'Writer's Division Mailing List'
> Subject: Re: [stylist] Cry
>
> Lynda,
> Yes, this made me cry. I was only able to open one attachment, which has
> happened before to me. But the one I read, "Mother," really jerked me
> around. I want you to read the one I wrote about my brother, Rocky," who 
> was
> diagnosed with Picks disease about 9 months ago.
> I can say nothing more than what I have written in my poem. I have 
> attached
> it, twice, but it does not seem to be there for me to open. Therefore I am
> also pasting it in which will totally destroy the format which is part of
> the form-repetition, phrases, reflecting the short repetitive quality of 
> the
> dementia, and the grief.
> I have submitted it to the NFSPS 2012 contest, the subject being, "When 
> bad
> things happen."
> My kid brother, thirteen years younger, is being taken care of so far at
> home by my wonderful sister-in-law.
> Jackie
>
> Rocky Oct. 10, 2011
>
> An accident, a bicycle hit a barricade bad news for one
> already depressed having patches of dementia
> A broken neck, a halo, it was bad news for one depressed
> having patches of dementia and vacant blue eyes.
>
> Vacant blue eyes, a brother's, peered out.
> Antiseptic room, lucidity came in fits and starts-
> for a day or two. It came in fits and starts, but
> words
> were scarce, almost inaudible. Some days, in fits and starts,
>
> he laughed at me. Those blue eyes, happy, laughed with me.
> Good news-released to home. He found his bicycle at 5:00 a.m.
> An accident, a bicycle hit a curb- bad news for one with broken
> neck,
> a halo displaced. It was bad news.
>
> Bad news, now broken ribs, the fusing of his vertebra
> without the fusing of his mind. Without the fusing of his mind,
> the now was all. The now is all. At
> times,
> blue eyes connect, he laughs watching me eat.
>
> We laugh together when he watches me eat. I cry inside.
> Home again, all toys locked up to save himself and all.
> I cry. Six weeks to heal the fused vertebra- he loosens the
> "doughnut."
> Will my brother return? Will my brother return to all those
>
> who stood beside him, who love him? It is bad news
> for one already depressed having patches of
> dementia-
> with a mind already putting up signs of vacancy on plots
> in fields once holding his fertile imagination.
>
> At home again, lucidity comes in fits and starts,
> and endings now. It is not good news
> for those who love and hope. For those who love him-
> hope remains- those laughing blue eyes will return.
>
>
> Jacqueline Williams
>
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
> Behalf Of Lynda Lambert
> Sent: Tuesday, March 06, 2012 1:34 PM
> To: Writer's Division Mailing List
> Subject: [stylist] Cry
>
> I am sending you 2 poems, written about my mother at age 80. Some things
> that make us cry are silent tragedies that are going on around us every 
> day,
> not noticed by many people, not written up in newspapers, and not 
> recognized
> by anyone for a long time.
>
> Lynda Lambert
> 104 River Road
> Ellwood City, PA 16117
>
> 724 758 4979
>
> My Blog:  http://www.walkingbyinnervision.blogspot.com
> My Website:  http://lyndalambert.com
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