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For the low low price of just being within' earshot,
the conversation analyst will run a full diagnostic on your conversation.

You know how that perfect comeback
feels, three weeks after
You didn't say it?

In training, representatives for Inbound sales listen to recordings of their own phone calls and critique them like Art majors in a studio class.

Our conversation analyst.
Looks at you like a shoe on the wall.

Unlike the psychology major,  the conversation analyst will never share his results.

He'll just judge you.
Silently.

He doesn't speak.
His fourth grade english teacher taught him that the carpenters house is never finished.
She was referring to her husband, the carpenter, not finishing the renovations on their new home, but the conversation analyst heard it as a metaphor, and adopted it as a universal truth.

Much like a painting controls the path your eye travels the canvas, or the scientific process that goes into composing music,
the way you build rapport is one of those things that people don't realize can be an art form until they wittness it professionally.

Our conversation analyst considers himself  Socio-passionate.

Which amuses him, when he deducts points from your conversation for not empathizing correctly.
Or not giving effective compliments by asking a relevant question afterwards.

The conversation analyst is not always mute. On special occasions such as first impressions he is a fine conversationalist.

You can meet the conversation analyst for the first time, as many times as you want.

If the carpenters house is never finished.
The conversation analyst
exemplar at listening,
Will never hear you.
Star BG Jan 2018
Her mind sits inside vessel
slowly moving on waters wave.
Her frail body worn
with cloths that hang like old paint.
Her thoughts firing with inconsistency
trying to land in a cohesive thought.

Winter winds rage
as her children and grand children try desperately to toe her to shore,
Pull her to perhaps see a glimpse
of the form she once was.

All that's left is to let the flag of love
be pitched everyday
so she feels it wave.

All that's left is to remember
her regal form of past that moved
with dedication only a mother could give.

All that's left as sun rises
and sets is to celebrate the moment grateful to be in her company.

Company of a grand divine ship
I love so much.
Thank you Valsa George
;For inspiring me to connect to my mom
Wind Lass Jan 2018
dreams mash together
lurching and pulling
and i see everything

memories
colourless rainbows
pulling at the edges

a liquid song
tuneless familiar
sweetest melody

slipping through
the cracks
wider and wider


the thief is coming


expanding, growing
living rapidly inside me
filling the space

i hear
voice spilling voices
splitting everything

i run
the thief applauds
hands outstretched

escapee digs in
whirling fleeing
desperate in terror


and i’m caught.

gran it’s me, remember?
Written for a research assignment on dementia
facts bounce off me like rubber
wisdom sticks to me like glue
why is it i cannot remember
all of the things that i do

when i am lying wide awake
and think of all things near
i can always remember
the reasons why i am here

i may forget quite a bit
but it doesn't matter to me
as long as i know what truly matters
i will always remain free
very rough draft
Colzz MacDonald Nov 2017
You may not see
The person you once knew
But rest assured
I still remember you
I might somehow seem forgetful
How that makes you feel is regretful
Locked inside are the reflections
That are in temporal displacement
Though I still remember you
In my own absent little ways
No matter what the effects of age
Objectionably says
I had a life
A career, a family
I created your memories in my wake
All I need are helpful reminders
For all sanity sake
Don't give up
Don't put the blame on yourself
Or on me; for the cards I have been dealt
I'm scared - I'm alone - in the fear I've felt
Remember, I can never be gone
If in your hearts - I live on
The disease is in control now, you see
Behind those dementia eyes
Where my remembrances hide
I am still me
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