Saturday, February 6, 2010


Straight-lined people repudiate
vigorously the world of curved-liners.
With set-square and ruler
they seek to measure and quantify;
trying to show, once and for all,
the inherent geometry of things.
Straight-liners see patterns
in a succession of items,
while curved-liners
see a pattern in the whole,
loving the curl of a wave,
the arch of sky, the flickering
brightness of flame, preferring
a wilderness of garden
to the statutory distance
between plants, a subtlety of hue
to primary colours;
never minimalists,
they want to be absorbed
into a polyphony of sound.

This poem appeared after one of my new carers got me safely out of bed one morning, but as she left put in the mailbox her letter of resignation, which took effect from the very moment I received it. The poem constitutes my efforts to understand that she found the job lacking in structure. After all, working for me cannot be a regimented activity when there must be space for the unexpected visit of a friend with a boisterous three year old grandson or a missing rabbit.
Her replacement carer wishes to bring her horse to graze on my overgrown lawn. I feel confident she will be suitably curve-lined.


  1. Ms. Neutze,

    I just finished reading your memoir. What wonderful writing. My MS has progressed to about the point where yours was at the end of your memoir. I'm pleased that you are still sharing your thoughts with us.


  2. Thank you. I am glad to be reaching out to other M.S. sufferers. I wish you courage on the way.

  3. Ah, a horse to graze on your lawn - what a wonderful image! - Dick

  4. another member has joined your Ramshackle Group ☺
    curved eccentricty and where ever possible breaking rules
    because there are none other than a kind thought or word

    thanks for your inspiriation Diana

    ☺ Hamish ☺

  5. oh and ramshackle has nothing to do with tying down sheep ☺

  6. Thankyou
    We looked it up and something that has been ransacked becomes ramshackled.