LITERARY NOOK: Simpatico Senescent Sonnets
Joey aka Pepe Batbon Connolly is a retired educator who taught in the CNMI, NOLA, and LVNV. He is a sonnet practitioner who enjoys stargazing.
ATROPHY ENTROPY APATHY SYMPATHY
A Querulous Quartet
Atrophy attacking my whims and whimsy
Entropy enveloping my old gray matter
Apathy approaches, my excuses are flimsy
Sympathy slows down, my thoughts sadder
Atrophy attacking my upper and lower limbs
Entropy enters all my nascent neural synapses
Apathy apparent as cognitive dissonance dims
Sympathy stutters, fools others then collapses
Atrophy accumulates in all of my body parts
Entropy evolves and erupts in my brain space
Apathy antagonizes thoughts in fits and starts
Sympathy survives this development just in case
Four ways of fumbling stumbling and still growing
When my spinning wheel stops no way of knowing.
Diurnal Dementia Dilemma
Asking – my senile dementia asks
Beeping – my brain blips and beeps
Creeping – my corpus callosum creeps
Tasking – I toddle through daily tasks
Demanding – my senile dementia demands
Eliminating – much forgetting and eliminating
Freeing – every now and then it frees
Commanding – thoughts common sense commands
Perpetuating – it slowly silently perpetuates
Flees – as memory of the task at hand flees
Gathering – thinking clearly no longer gathers
Killing – cobwebs that a senescent spider kills
Sometimes I forget to do my dirty dishes
My pen works on what my brain wishes.
N.B. These “senescent” sonnets are as close as I come to “stream of consciousness.”
Poetry.., William James coined the term which is close to the Buddhist idea of citta-santâna, or “stream of mind.” “The contents of the mind stream are very similar to what we understand as consciousness today. It’s a combination of information from our senses, influenced by our feelings, perceptions, and past knowledge.” Quote is from Practical Psychology, 2022. Sometimes I wake up with a word or phrase on my mind, ie. apathy and entropy, I write them down and some words related to them in my notebook. I come back to them or find them in a notebook weeks or months later and within 7 to 10 minutes I have a rough stream of consciousness sonnet about them. Revision and proofreading follow. Enjoy.
Joey aka Pepe Batbon Connolly