{"title":"Minds unravelling","authors":"Kathleen Lefevre","doi":"10.26443/ijwpc.v11i1.421","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"This is a poem about dealing with the traumatic aftermath of covid19. The poem is written on 4 sheets that collectively form the poster. The motifs are pressed flowers and flora with some graphing paper and blurry photographs of flowers. The colour scheme is beige and cream with bright earthy tones for the flowers. The poem is as follows: \nOur minds unravelAs we peer through PPESee the quiet veilOf another historyThat couldn’t be.What do you want from me? \nPulling my cerebellumLike a cordOf chordatesOf apes.A sweater’s woven mysteryOf a loverVery unkind to me. \nYou speak to meFrom useless misery.You see meAs an infinite legacy.For other generationsTo take that liningAnd weaveIts silver specksWithin our identity.","PeriodicalId":348245,"journal":{"name":"The International Journal of Whole Person Care","volume":"43 48","pages":""},"PeriodicalIF":0.0000,"publicationDate":"2024-01-29","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":null,"PeriodicalName":"The International Journal of Whole Person Care","FirstCategoryId":"1085","ListUrlMain":"https://doi.org/10.26443/ijwpc.v11i1.421","RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":null,"ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":null,"EPubDate":"","PubModel":"","JCR":"","JCRName":"","Score":null,"Total":0}
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This is a poem about dealing with the traumatic aftermath of covid19. The poem is written on 4 sheets that collectively form the poster. The motifs are pressed flowers and flora with some graphing paper and blurry photographs of flowers. The colour scheme is beige and cream with bright earthy tones for the flowers. The poem is as follows:
Our minds unravelAs we peer through PPESee the quiet veilOf another historyThat couldn’t be.What do you want from me?
Pulling my cerebellumLike a cordOf chordatesOf apes.A sweater’s woven mysteryOf a loverVery unkind to me.
You speak to meFrom useless misery.You see meAs an infinite legacy.For other generationsTo take that liningAnd weaveIts silver specksWithin our identity.