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Disintegration

Posted in Prose with tags , , , , , on October 8, 2012 by lengesinski

loved ones suffer...

loved ones suffer… (Photo credit: LifeHouseDesign)

Disintegration

 

Mother…. 

The Day-by-Day eventually became Many a Year

Helplessly, I Watched  as an  Invisible and Soundless Plunderer

Of Mind and Memories Slowly but Steadily Chipped away at the Whole Person.

Oh Dementia , How I Loathe Your Thieving Ways!

The Mind becomes Blanker,

  Staggered Recollection of  Persons, Places, Events and Things-

-from the Past On Occasion Came to Light.

Injuries Accumulated, Chipping Away the Physical Self, Injuries, Surgeries, Hospital Stays

Numbly, I Walk Yet Another Hospital’s Marbled Hall

Struggle with The Pained Reality that the Future Brings.

,

For All of Those Who have Loved Ones Suffering from Dementia, Alzheimers, and Multiple Sclerosis.

 

Disintegration©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(10/08/2012)

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Metamorphosis

Posted in Prose with tags , , , on September 29, 2012 by lengesinski

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit (Photo credit: Universal Pops)

Metamorphosis

 

 

What Does It Take?

To Get…..

The Turning of Eyes Towards the Needs of Many?

The Changing  of Attitudes?

Realigned Priorities?

Training Perspectives Outside the Norm, Outside the Box of Complacency

Losing Attitudes of being Better than, Superiority Helps Hide Skittish Insecurities,

A Quivering Inside, Of Many Unknowns, of the Boogieman Stuffs Built Up from Childhood.

Of Atrocities and Blind Eyes

Shock….?

Perhaps Realizing into Bigger Pictures,

Nowhere Else to Turn,  Run, and Hide

Newly Opened Eyes, without the Need of Special Filters Visions of Convenience

To The Real

Of Schemes, Of Lives, Of Places Far and Wide,

Of Differences Many, Of Languages Old and New, of Realities Stark and Harrowing

Of Life Going On Outside Our Own Pretty Gated Worlds

Of Needs Many, of People of Many Creeds and Colors.

Metamorphosis©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(03/12/2012)

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The Bridge

Posted in Prose with tags , , on August 22, 2012 by lengesinski

Grave  Marker Theology

Grave Marker Theology (Photo credit: mtsofan)

English: Cranwell Swing Bridge, Kennet and Avo...

English: Cranwell Swing Bridge, Kennet and Avon Navigation The fisherman sits peacefully, knowing that neither he nor his quarry will be disturbed by passing boats, as this stretch of the waterway was still unnavigable in 1976. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bridges over frozen waters

Bridges over frozen waters (Photo credit: Allie’s.Dad)

The Bridge

 

In The Days and Months Following Your Passing,

Finding Myself Still Staring at the Grave Marker.

The Touch of Fingers to the Cold Marble,

Holding Out for and Wishing for Just One More Touch of Hands, a Wish to Rekindle What Once Was.

Still Unable to Exorcise the Revenant of Times Past.

The Foggy Dreams, a Distant Figure Imploring, a Silent Pleading,  a Beckoning Forward.

Then Two Crossing a Bridge Spanning a Murky Expance, Heading to Opposite Sides,

Turning Briefly, and  Facing Each Other…..

Knowing Smiles are Exchanged, a Silent Knowing between the Two

 

One of This Life and Time…the Here and Now, and One having Transcended the Shackles of Mortality.

 

The Bridge© Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved 08/16/2012

Footprints(Where Giants Once Walked)

Posted in Prose with tags , on June 17, 2012 by lengesinski

English: Footsteps in the shingle A beachcombe...

English: Footsteps in the shingle A beachcomber had just walked by, collecting small pieces of amber which are frequently washed up on this stretch of Suffolk coastline. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: Footprints in the fields Although reg...

English: Footprints in the fields Although registered as a public footpath, very few people walk this route these days. This is one of the less boggy fields we walked through… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Footprints(Where Giants Once Walked)

 

I Give Heed,

Visions, Words, and Experiences.

All Seem to have been Ruminated Over,

By The Greatest Minds Over Time.

 

Not Stepping into  

But, an Honest Try at Reinterpretation.

Perhaps Seeing What Could Be Left,

the Tidbits and Morsels Left to be Discovered.

 

The Modern Day,

A Place Where I Truly Exist, and give Witness To.

Alas, Human Elements Bleed onto and Help Colour Interpretation,

(But) An Honest Attempt at Giving Witness to.

 

Footprints(Where Giants Once Walked)© Leonard.C. Gesinski  All Rights Reserved 07/15/2012

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Questions and Searching

Posted in Prose with tags , on May 28, 2012 by lengesinski

New York, Great Lakes (NASA, International Spa...

New York, Great Lakes (NASA, International Space Station, 07/04/11) (Photo credit: NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center)

English: Installation view of Wegner show &quo...

English: Installation view of Wegner show “ANSWERS & QUESTIONS” at William Griffin Gallery. Photographed by William Griffin Gallery. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Questions and Searching

(1)

Desperate and Curious

I’m in Search of Living Proof of a Higher Powers Workings in My World

Is It in The Bag Lady’s Squeaky Cart Rolling across the Sidewalk of Suburbia?

Is It in the Ruddy Complexion of the Corner Pub’s Long-time Resident Lout?

Is It In The Angry and Hateful Rhetoric of the Mega-Church’s Limo tending and Armani Clad

Preacher?

Is It In The Homeless Man’s Slow and Struggling Aimless Wanderings?

Is It Perhaps in The Collective Wisdom in the Works of The Near and Far Poets?

Is It Perhaps Somewhere Deep Behind The Steely Gaze of the Gang Bangers?

(2)

Determined and Undeterred

I Find Solace, and Specks of Evidence Perhaps…

In The Selfless Volunteers that Provide Aid to The Hungry, Homeless, and Downtrodden?

In The Repairing and Defending of Battered Women and Abused Children?

In The Giving of Time, Money, Food, Effort at Animal Shelters?

In The AAA Sponsor’s Knowing, and Well Experienced Console?

In The Teacher’s Offhours  Mentoring of Needy Students?

In The Fireman’s Daring Rescue in The Cold of Night?

In The Policeman’s Stoic Presence on a Crimescene?

In The Doctor’s Accurate Analysis and Possible Resolution Plan for Someone Afflicted with Disease?

In The Company and Shared Conversations of Old Sages?

(3)

Resolution  or Further Contemplations

Answers Perhaps Found in The Rolling Sound of a River’s Steady Flow….

Answers Perhaps Found  In the Playful Chatterings of Squirrels in Fall

Answers Perhaps Found in The Bite of a Winter’s Cold Wind

Answers Perhaps Found in The Great Lakes Deep Waters

Answers Perhaps Found in the Earthen Pathways of the Forest

Or  Perhaps in The Waking Up To the Promise and Potential of a New Day…..

 

Questions and Searching© Leonard.C. Gesinski  All Rights Reserved 11/28/2011

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pavor nocturnus

Posted in Prose with tags , , , on May 19, 2012 by lengesinski

Pavor Nocturnus (Sanctuary)

Pavor Nocturnus (Sanctuary) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

pavor nocturnus

The Shadowy Ones Pass and Continue to Dart About The Room..

I Stare Ahead

Sweating More and More, No Longer Capable of Noticing the Increased Trembling.

Mommy..?
Pitter-Patter Heart Races, Pulse Speeding…….

There in the Corner, Something Moves, or a Trick of The Moon’s Light?

…in The Hallway, Did Something Just Walk Past?

On The Ceiling, The Light Fixture Seems to Sway

Closet Door Opening…… Squea-eeeeeaaakkkkk…..

Daddy..?

Quickly Jumping Back in Bed….

Clutching Pillow, Slithering Back Under The Sleeping Bag

….It’s Not Real, It’s Not Real, It’s Not Real

WAKE UP!  It’s Only a Bad Dream…….

 

Sleep..?
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Damn the Phantoms and Their Foul Screams….

Chased Here and There, Through the Countless and Never-ending Foggy Corridors
umbra, penumbra, and antumbra  

Teasing My Mind’s Eye With Thine Heinous Flicks

Torment My Soul to it’s Very Last Step and Scream

Sleep?

…… is Not Mine to be Had

 

pavor nocturnus© Leonard.C. Gesinski  All Rights Reserved 05/17/2012

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