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Within Range

It is in visible, the range,

between the infra, ultra waves,

though rays beyond the human eye,

radio, gamma, micro, X.

So what the light that I reflect -

what spectrum is it I exude,

illumination, candlepower,

lighthouse in spin, blink on and off?

I cannot cloak my Parkinson’s -

invisibility on tap -

determined terms that dominate,

unless some symptoms medicate -

the calmer quiver, further walk,

a better sleep, pills and a glass.


Few see exhausted energy,

insomnia of early hours,

the joints I roll - a vape puff helps -

slide scapula - sounds mafia -

sup tonic, quinine bubbles up.

They cheer, drag racing on the track,

as I play ball to bridge the gap,

both heel and toe, like synchromesh,

attempt, engage first gear at least.

Some give me stick that carry mine,

a tightrope walker balance pole -

feel ferule cat stuck up a tree -

as concentrate to keep in line,

stare pathway, sole on pilgrimage.


Published by Spillwords, World Parkinson's Day, 11th April 2024

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
18 अप्रैल

Illuminating life with Pd without making it sound like a list of symptoms isn't easy, thank you on a job well done.

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Martin Pickard
Martin Pickard
15 अप्रैल

I think I recall an earlier version of this. A rare poem from you on life with PD

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Stephen Kingsnorth
Stephen Kingsnorth
15 अप्रैल
को जवाब दे रहे हैं

Indeed: I reprinted simply because Spillwords took notice of it, but even then failed to refer to the Awareness Day in an accompanying note as I requested!

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