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Deterioration of Mind and Body

Digital swipes, attention span shorten.

Dopamine blockers, dopamine enhancers.

Many are hoping

Serotonin uptakes

digital wave breaks,

limits on language,

languid linguistics blackened, hushed

what is it replaced by?

it bytes and threads all in a ball that bounces

from cheek to check amyloid plaques rule,

in ounces

black midnight cats calling midnight bats and ravens cawing

In this witching hour, I write

My alarm clock sounds

Singing praises to the light

Joann cohen

Prose

Parenting Adult Children… is not for the weak!

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My arm is hurting, no actually tingling. My heart is having heart palpitations. I realize my body is acting out on my obsessive worry about my daughter and her family. They are fine. My daughter spoke with me over the phone yesterday. It was maybe 5 sentences long between us but she assured me that all is well. So what’s the problem? She didn’t call today and today is her day off.

Now when these thoughts start racing through my mind I have to step back and ask myself, “what was I doing at her age? Did I want to talk to my mom every other day? Well the answer is a big fat NO!!!

I at that age was sailing with my husband on the weekends Did I call my Mom to let her know I was back safe and sound? No!!! I would not have felt any autonomy had I called her. She was the furthest thing from my mind. Nor did she call me to make sure I was alive. She had faith that I was careful with my life and would return unharmed. She had faith. Yup I do remember her praying at night before she fell asleep. She had faith that all her children would be safe, loved and happy.

And now it’s my turn to pray. I pray for my heart to be full of love. I pray for my mind to be at peace. I pray for my daughter and her family to be safe, loved and happy. I pray to a higher power, universe, God , Spirit. …. Who ever is out there protecting us.

Folks parenting adults children isn’t for the weak. But if you are feeling vulnerable, you might want to meditate or take a moment to find tranquility in the garden. You may want to paint, crochet. You may want to write and you may want to pray.

And my arm is fine now my mind is at peace, now that I wrote out my worry. The only thing hurting is my wrist from carpal tunnel. But I’ll take that pain over a heart attack.

Goodnight!

Sincerely,

Joann Cohen Jan2022

Out On The Town

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The tic tock

The drip drop

The click clack of your walk

The hum of the light twitching

The sound of my heart beating

The croak of frogs mating

The tic tock

The hiccups happening

The people laughing

The flicker and hum of the light twitching

The tic tock

The buzz of flys flying

The flame sizzling

The glasses clinking

The tic tock

Eyelashes batting

Teeth nashing

The beat of the drumming

The sound of you humming

The glare your giving

The tic tock

The conversation stopping

The alcohol working

The tic tock

Us on a night outing

Joann Cohen august 2021

Circadian insights

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Dawn:

My plants thirst

And bathe in the tungsten light

Noon: My senses reassured

All that is exposed is truth

Dusk:

Reflection takes hold as the day ends

All is still

Night:

I’m covered with stars

Hopes and dreams follow

Midnight:

The Owl calls

Seeps in my brain

Filling me up with wisdom

Sepia Days

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How I tried I tried to be good

the light turned a sepia tone

And Stone was her face Stone cold were her eyes

Hey stop yelling we can hear you

Can you see us?

Can you taste our salt running down our faces

I’d do my best for you

I long to be safe in your heart and arms

Let me comfort you from the storm in your heart

Hurricanes in your mind

Calm the waters

although I’m little

I comfort you

He won’t be back

But you need to stand tall for me

I’m your reflection

Any day now we will be a happy family