mardi 25 mars 2008
jeudi 6 mars 2008
FALLING OLD
FALLING OLD !!!!
Author:
In our societies, the issue of Elderly people’s Home is a very present discussion, for the budget purposes, health issues,with the Health syst em degrading,the ethic point of view (euthanasia of terminally ill patients ….)the longer life span ….....and the fact that in our “white societies” it is not “normal” for couples and young families to live with the “ancestors”, for many reasons , good or not!In France, we try to have structures taking care of the elderly at home, but in some areas it is not accessible.Families too , are not staying and working in the same region as used to be the case!So the families are exploded.And there are many more areas of thoughts to consider as well!
Falling Old!Author:
In our societies, the issue of Elderly people’s Home is a very present discussion, for the budget purposes, health issues,with the Health syst em degrading,the ethic point of view (euthanasia of terminally ill patients ….)the longer life span ….....and the fact that in our “white societies” it is not “normal” for couples and young families to live with the “ancestors”, for many reasons , good or not!In France, we try to have structures taking care of the elderly at home, but in some areas it is not accessible.Families too , are not staying and working in the same region as used to be the case!So the families are exploded.And there are many more areas of thoughts to consider as well!
One could see her , wrinkled,Bent by years of active service,
A teethless mouth, And , on the corner of her eyes,A hint of a smile
.One could remember, The smell of her skin,When a long time before Christmas,
She would make the English Festive Pudding for all the family.
Her hair, Making a sort of veil around her face.
Now , she was ,As so many ,
Sitting in an arm chair, Far too big for her,
Surrounded by others,
Teethless mouths,White or grey hair ,Hagard faces ,
Awaiting the final voyage!
Some of them,
Parked in a nursing home,
No family to visit them!
Endless days and nights,
Meals taken much too early,
Put to bed ,without much love!
And then, In the calm of the night
,One could hear some screams,
And a smell, so strong ,
Floating around each floor of this immense building!
Waiting,
Interminably,
Hopping,
To let go , Of this fleeting life!
A fragile leaf,
Falling from a tree
,Faded memories,
Remnants of the past.
A nurse, would go from room to room,
Inspecting, Sometimes with care, Sometimes ,impatiently,
Longing for the night to fly rapidly!
An other scream,And the rays of light,
At last, merging into the washed walled rooms!
Sadness to know that there was an other day to go!
Why , my sleep hadnt taken me to the greatest place to rest ?
One would ask.
And this smell!Sticking to each one.No perfume or toilet water would take it away!
That smell!
A bell rung somewhere!Breakfast time!
And then,The routine would make its way,
Until,By the the window, on a cold and dark morning,
The soul of the dear one,
Would , just soar to a better place!
Copyright  2008 CarolineCaux-Evans @AlphaShots – All Rights Reserved
Copyright  2008 CarolineCaux-Evans @AlphaShots – All Rights Reserved
samedi 16 février 2008
GHOST OF A WOMAN
This painting is an International Award Winner of a 5th Place January 2012
Ode to the Battered women and children!
GHOST OF A WOMAN belongs to the following groups:
When I met them,
They told me the bruizes of their heart,
The bruizes of their soul,
The bruizes of their body!
They no longer existed!
They could still feel the acid of the man’s hand on their face,
Tearing the skin,
Leaving the blood flowing,
Screams!
A body falling on the iced floor!
Thrown as garbadge, in a corner Of a room!
Forgotten !
She was for a few hours,
Or a few days!
No scream could escape from her throat anymore!
She was lying there,Surrounded ,
by what seems her vomit!
Tears!
Guts , torn!
A livid face,
Turned towards the dirty carpet!
Outside,The siren of a car,
By the side road!A dog barking somewhere,
And in her,
Darkness,
Numbness!
Hurt!
Despair!
Misunderstanding!
Her dress, torn by the fury of her man!
Music , could be heard in a room,
And tears, running on a beautifull face!
Why?
She couldnt answer that question.
He was so nice , when they met!
And one day,
For something trivial,
The fist left a groove in her chest
,And a scar, in her heart!
No one to help!
No one to understand!
No one to share!
But she,
Alone,
Transparent it seems!
In her despair.
Why?
Flowers and excuses!
And a few days later,
A second blow,
This time on her face,
So that she couldt atract any other!
Jalousy,Misplaced!
She, only loved one man!
Hers!
Why?
No answer.
No one to care!
No one to share!
Discouragement!
O, She would like to run away,
But where?
No papers
,No job,
No welcoming place for her!
Scars,
Tears,
Screams!
Blood!
Please, she said:I need to talk,I need to share!
Be there,
Someone for me!
Caroline Caux@10.30 pm
GHOST OF A WOMAN belongs to the following groups:
When I met them,
They told me the bruizes of their heart,
The bruizes of their soul,
The bruizes of their body!
They no longer existed!
They could still feel the acid of the man’s hand on their face,
Tearing the skin,
Leaving the blood flowing,
Screams!
A body falling on the iced floor!
Thrown as garbadge, in a corner Of a room!
Forgotten !
She was for a few hours,
Or a few days!
No scream could escape from her throat anymore!
She was lying there,Surrounded ,
by what seems her vomit!
Tears!
Guts , torn!
A livid face,
Turned towards the dirty carpet!
Outside,The siren of a car,
By the side road!A dog barking somewhere,
And in her,
Darkness,
Numbness!
Hurt!
Despair!
Misunderstanding!
Her dress, torn by the fury of her man!
Music , could be heard in a room,
And tears, running on a beautifull face!
Why?
She couldnt answer that question.
He was so nice , when they met!
And one day,
For something trivial,
The fist left a groove in her chest
,And a scar, in her heart!
No one to help!
No one to understand!
No one to share!
But she,
Alone,
Transparent it seems!
In her despair.
Why?
Flowers and excuses!
And a few days later,
A second blow,
This time on her face,
So that she couldt atract any other!
Jalousy,Misplaced!
She, only loved one man!
Hers!
Why?
No answer.
No one to care!
No one to share!
Discouragement!
O, She would like to run away,
But where?
No papers
,No job,
No welcoming place for her!
Scars,
Tears,
Screams!
Blood!
Please, she said:I need to talk,I need to share!
Be there,
Someone for me!
Caroline Caux@10.30 pm
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