Dementia, a metaphor

The manic beat 

of the window wipers

do double time

(swish-swash, 

back and forth,

swish-swash,

back and forth)

Their rubber edges

slice through the driving rain 

to clear pathways of certainty,

momentary memory.


I strain my eyes 

to navigate along a road 

I no longer recognize

where white lines snake

along unpredictable patterns.

The blades offer seconds of clarity

before nature’s cleanse

blurs and distorts

truth from fiction.

5 thoughts on “Dementia, a metaphor

  1. “Pathways of certainty appear momentarily.” So true. Those moments with my family member – her recognition of her granddaughter, seared in my mind. Thank you for a beautiful piece.

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  2. A powerful poem to show the debilitation of dementia. Each line was golden, but I loved how these lines broke my heart- ” I no longer recognize

    where white lines snake

    along unpredictable patterns.”

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  3. WOW! WHat a great metaphor – driving in the rain, the wipers occasionally providing clarity. Your poem took me back to interacting with a dear friend who developed Alzheimer’s. I may share this with her daughter. You capture so well what it was like to once dementia set in. Thanks for sharing.

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