“Nothing matters more than when a person discovers their voice ….” Lisa Haynes
Lost In Aphasia What pricks your ears, does it make any sense as you graze the spice rack along the path of discovery, not caring for much at all, how do you muddle through, exponential acceleration or just curating your inheritance, fading out, remaining unaware, silent in anaemic, vanilla habits, lost in aphasia? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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I had a very dear friend who suffered from aphasia after she began immunotherapy for brain cancer (from metastasized breast cancer). it was painful to hear this previously bright articulate woman struggle to answer a basic ‘how are you ‘type of question. Your poem reminds me more of someone who has not yet found her voice rather than someone with aphasia who can’t quite grasp the correct word she wants to express her voice.
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Yes, that’s a good insight into the poem, sad to hear of your dear friend Pat, did she recover?
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Like, OMG, you don’t sound like a good con-SU-mer! Are you sure you’re, um, NOR-mal? Like, maybe some medi-CA-toon? I’m so SURE!… 😆
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Ha, lol, never normal, but sometimes stuck for a response to the inhumanity of some. Thank you so much Ana 🙂
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Fact never changes! We can’t go beyond Nature!
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Too true Datta.
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Having aphasia must be so frustrating. Communicating with other people is such a basic human need.
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Yes, although I’m being a bit naughty borrowing the meaning and bending it a bit.
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Poetic license . . .
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Absolutely, where would we be without it?
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Stuck with the facts.
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Ah, yes, horrible thought.
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Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great weekend!
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