Aphasia

Gold cherry

By agnosticnun

Fri, 27 Aug 2021
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Words fall. Fail no sign.

The sign is the signifier is the signified 

Is black. Signs gone back to black.

Denote the paradigm is no sign.

 

A stroking, is garbled, a stroke garbles.

A tongue violent violates

Words when grow jagged spikes.

Seize seizure, breaks tongue falls.

 

Sign the signifier is. To communicate.

Words held half free break tree.

Words. Are signs are grief.

Slack face droops words.

 

Language is language is lack is.

To communicate horror. Is communicated.

Is garbled is not understood is terror.

Not to be understood is terror.

 

Terror is signified. Is slack leg face droop.

Signifier is language breaks link.

Signified reaching is drooping is broken is

Semiotics. Of grief. 

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A striking attempt to show the frustration of the broken speech system. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by rosaliekempthorne on

This really brings out the emotional impact of losing the ability to communicate, the fear even more than the frustration. The style of the poem is all wrapped around the subject matter in a way that brings it to life and lets the reader get a sense of what it might feel like.

Submitted by agnosticnun on

Thanks for the comments and cherries!

My father had a stroke recently. It's a difficult thing to watch,

Kristi

Submitted by onemorething on

A brilliant poem and so effective that it's also very moving. It's our Pick of the Day. Do share on social media. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Brilliantly effective agnostic - really conveys the frustration and panic. I hope your dad makes a good recovery

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

How you have broken up sentences makes words seem frightening, like falling through ice and the bits are all sharp, where once skated effortlessly. Even the rhythm jars in your poem, adds to the fear. I am so sorry about your father, it is aweful. Your poem reminded me of how afraid my Dad had been, like the world was being rubbed out around him.

"Is garbled is not understood is terror." . It's a brilliant, empathetic, powerful understanding piece of writing, just to read it made me feel tangled up inside

As Insert says, I hope your Dad makes a good recovery, Knowing how you care will surely help

 

 

Submitted by celticman on

semiotics indeed, also a sign of depression or sometimes tumour growth.