Pensive Parky Pens a Poem

 

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Here’s Parky back at home in our backyard garden, thinking about the World Parkinson Congress and jotting down his thoughts and feelings as he prepares to write a sonnet.  Sonnets take a lot of work – what with all that iambic pentameter slipping this way and that – and he hopes to crank out a draft leading to a final copy soon!  Check back in about a week to see what he’s come up with!

Right now, “mum’s the word” – and he doesn’t mean the chrysanthemums blooming in front of the house!


Update!

Here’s the first draft of his sonnet.  Not bad for a raccoon who’s just learning about the human brain!  He may continue to refine it, so come back for subsequent drafts.

Parky’s Portland Sonnet

 

Last week I flew to Portland, Oregon –  
My first time at a Parkinson’s convention.
I learned so many things, too much to mention,
And now it’s over.  Everybody’s gone –  
Returned to sixty countries ‘round the globe.
The doctors, Parkies, therapists, and/or
The caregivers, the researchers, and more,
With new ideas stashed in their frontal lobe.
The frontal lobe’s where short-term mem’ry sparks –
You’ve got to move it quick, to long-term storage,  
Or take extensive notes through which you’ll forage
For years to come, in ever-growing arcs.
How strange, that Portland left our brains jam-packed…
The very organ Parkinson’s attacks.

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