Poetry Poem: Blank Screen by Mark Tulin by Mark TulinMarch 16, 2018 Comments 15 My life fades out Into a blank TV screen. Where life once was, Now there is a distant buzz, An unattainable memory. –Dementia Share this:FacebookLinkedInPocketMoreTwitterPinterestRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading... 15 comments on “Poem: Blank Screen by Mark Tulin” delphini510 March 16, 2018 Mark, this poem is so sad. Let us pray this will never happen, it must be such a hard fate. miriam Reply Mark Tulin March 16, 2018 Miriam, I appreciate your compassion. Unfortunately, it’s a common fate for those who live a long life. My wife’s grandfather is 100. He was someone I was thinking about when I wrote this poem. Reply ortensia March 16, 2018 So profound.beautifully penned.a subject closed to me lately. Reply Mark Tulin March 16, 2018 An unfortunate reality. 😕 Reply ortensia March 16, 2018 Yes. thereluctantpoet March 26, 2018 Stop! You’re scaring me! Ha! Great post! Reply Mark Tulin March 26, 2018 Well, I haven’t scared myself yet. 🙂 Reply thereluctantpoet March 26, 2018 Both my parents passed due to Alzheimer’s. So, I guess I’m a little sensitized to it. Surviving isn’t living!! I hope you can keep being brave!! Mark Tulin March 26, 2018 Oh, no it’s not about me. I was taking the POV of two people who have dementia who were very close to me. But thanks for worrying about me. 🙂 girlusinterruptus April 8, 2018 Well done. I love the photo with the poem, the conciseness, and the twist of the final word. Reply Mark Tulin April 8, 2018 Thank you. Reply thereluctantpoet April 28, 2018 Well, My Friend, I reread this again and it scared me a second time! Powerful words! Reply Mark Tulin April 28, 2018 Unfortunately, some realities are scary and dementia seems like a horror show. Thanks for reading it a second time. Reply thereluctantpoet May 13, 2018 You nailed that one for sure! It’s like the living dead. Surviving but not really living! Enjoy the rest of your weekend, My Friend!!! Mark Tulin May 13, 2018 Thanks, RP 🙂 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Post Next Post
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Mark, this poem is so sad. Let us pray this will never happen,
it must be such a hard fate.
miriam
Miriam, I appreciate your compassion. Unfortunately, it’s a common fate for those who live a long life. My wife’s grandfather is 100. He was someone I was thinking about when I wrote this poem.
So profound.beautifully penned.a subject closed to me lately.
An unfortunate reality. 😕
Yes.
Stop! You’re scaring me! Ha! Great post!
Well, I haven’t scared myself yet. 🙂
Both my parents passed due to Alzheimer’s. So, I guess I’m a little sensitized to it. Surviving isn’t living!! I hope you can keep being brave!!
Oh, no it’s not about me. I was taking the POV of two people who have dementia who were very close to me. But thanks for worrying about me. 🙂
Well done. I love the photo with the poem, the conciseness, and the twist of the final word.
Thank you.
Well, My Friend, I reread this again and it scared me a second time! Powerful words!
Unfortunately, some realities are scary and dementia seems like a horror show. Thanks for reading it a second time.
You nailed that one for sure! It’s like the living dead. Surviving but not really living!
Enjoy the rest of your weekend, My Friend!!!
Thanks, RP 🙂