Mary said...

Mary said...


I'll tell you about Pick's disease.
My soul is non-local
not wrapped in white wool
like the wounds in my brain.

My soul is non-local
it won't whistle with repetition
like the wounds in my brain
while I wait winter's moon of long nights.

It won't whistle with repetition
wandering past gravity and light
while I wait winter's moon of long nights
and a wind of rich silence.

Wandering past gravity and light
my old whimsical self filled with wine
and a wind of rich silence
I wonder where that Mary has gone.

My old whimsical self filled with wine
not wrapped in white wool
I wonder where that Mary has gone.
I'll tell you about Pick's disease.



Written for: "Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest" 


Author's note: Pick's disease is a rare form of dementia, similar to Alzheimer's. It's onset, however, is generally before age 65, and affects behavior and mood more than memory. It is charecterized by lesions in the brain known as Pick bodies. People with Pick's disease become obsessive, repetitive, but as the disease progresses. eventually become mute and unable to speak or care for themselves. The temporal and frontal lobes of the brain wither and atrophy.

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