Construct Obstruct

Nothing.  Nascent note-maker’s nemesis.Scant.  Seeking stark symbolism somewhere. Without.  Where words wander while we wonder.Devoid.  Daydream’s dance distances details. Block. Blinding badlands build bold barriers.Absent.  Available art avoiding. Fix.  Finding features for focused forethought.Method.  Mindfully meet missing meaning. Outcome.  Overcome obtuse obstructions.Create.  Commission considered constructs. (c) Deano Parsons. 2019.

Lighten Up

Sometimes things cause me to reminisceOver the past and the me I missSome people say ignorance is blissI did not know I could feel like this. There are mountains to climb in each dayAnd few directions to find my wayWhen my symptoms just decide to stayAnd the bright sun is replaced by grey. Sometimes a…

Symptoms

Bang, as the dystonia punches me.Slam, as I cramp in my neck and my arm.Crunch, at the onset of rigidity.Ouch, due to pain while these symptoms cause harm. Zonk, though narcolepsy happens rarely.Blink, for insomnia causes dry eyes.Count, for I can sleep but only barely.Shout, when lucid dreaming makes me arise. Slur, despite trying so…

Stuck Without Access

This poem is about a rather funny, though also a little frustrating, incident that happened to me at the end of a working day, in 2019. I appear to be stuck in a room.Outside there is a village meeting.I hear sounds of joy and groans of gloom.My chance to leave was only fleeting. The villagers…

Life’s Leafy Pathway

A pathway of autumnal glow,When Nature bows her head for rest.While trees prepare for season’s flow,Like rust upon what summer blessed. The morning dew drops hang like gems,As chill winds cause crisp leaves to fall.Such a welcome the pathway lends,To all the people one and all. Who can resist to kick the piles,Of golden foliage…

Grateful for Your Patience

Recovery from a flare-up, Takes me several days.My body’s like I’ve boxed ten rounds.My mind is in a haze. Gradually, I resume tasks.Many things are now late.Family and friends start to ask,For contact and updates. Despite best intention and aim,To send replies out fast,Patience is the name of the game,This task has to be last….

I Sacked My Doctor

The following poem is something I wrote to describe a snapshot of my long journey to Parkinson’s diagnosis. Doctor, I still have a problemWith my brain.Mr. Parsons, are you reallyBack again?Doctor I can’t function right andI’m in pain.Mr. Parsons, it is low moodYou sustain.Doctor, all you’ve earnt from me isMy disdain. Doctor, nice to meet…

A Mother’s Eyes

Sadly, my mum died in 2020 but I published this poem about her caring support of me, following my diagnosis of Young Onset Parkinson’s Disease. I’m glad she got to see this. A Mother’s Eyes. She tells me she prays for me each nightShe insists that I will be alrightShe believes a cure will end…

Set Apart

Like the square peg in a round hole.The black sheep or the broken bowl.Like one mature student in the class.The short straw or the ‘Do Not Pass’.Like the faded actor of prior fame.The odd one out or the horse now lame.Parkinson’s sets you apart. Like the fabled ‘Man in the Moon’.The ‘unsinkable’ Titanic or Brigadoon.Like…

Pace Yourself

By Deano Parsons in 2019. But I have so much to do.Pace yourself.But I have places to go.Pace yourself.But I have people to see.Pace yourself. But I have dreams to fulfill.Pace yourself.But I have tasks to undertake.Pace yourself.But I have races to run.Pace yourself. But I have to battle the clock.Pace yourself.But I have money…