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	<title>Dancing Hands and Creative Souls &#187; poetry in nursing homes</title>
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		<title>Poetry from the Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 01:22:04 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry and aging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry for the Bedridden]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sadness I once lived But now I am tucked away In the shadows Remembering days gone past Can&#8217;t wait to grab hold Of future days Coming alive on a spring day Watching trees come alive Insects buzzing by Grabbing a glass of water How minute life is At the same time So large David is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><center><strong>Sadness</strong><br />
I once lived<br />
But now<br />
I am tucked away<br />
In the shadows<br />
Remembering days gone past<br />
Can&#8217;t wait to grab hold<br />
Of future days<br />
Coming alive on a spring day<br />
Watching trees come alive<br />
Insects buzzing by<br />
Grabbing a glass of water<br />
How minute life is<br />
At the same time<br />
So large</center></p>
<p>David is bedridden.  He sees himself in the shadows.  His emotions and wisdom emerge when he speaks in creative phrases or paints with one hand.  Creative arts and the challenge to use the imagination bring forth freedom that surpasses the body.  David can be &#8220;who he is&#8221; in spite of not having the physical capabilities to express the depths of the soul.  So much can be expressed not only with words that come out in poetry, but with color, and brushstrokes, and even the beat of a drum!</p>
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