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I remember

By on Apr 11, 2015 in Fiction, Poems, Uncategorized, Writing | 10 comments

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What I remember,

When I remember,

Becomes intensely urgent.

It might be a love or a song

Or the scent of sweat on a shirt

Or a light

Or a mist welling up from the frozen lake.

 

It’s reality I think, this feeling,

But it’s not real reality.

It’s reality awash in past emotion.

And it makes me immobile.

And I sit still and stand it,

Sit still and fight it.

Sit still and then accept

That it once was.

 

And then it passes

And I can breathe and move again.

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10 Comments

  1. AvlMike

    April 11, 2015

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    Well done!

    The temporal catastrophe, according to Old Tom, might be even more pervasive:

    Time present and time past
    Are both perhaps present in time future
    And time future contained in time past.
    If all time is eternally present
    All time is unredeemable.

    • hannahpowers

      April 11, 2015

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      “Burnt Norton by TS Eliot. How dare I think along the same lines? But we aren’t alone, Tom and I. Many others have worried this subject. Thanks for the great reference. I had to look it up but that’s good for me.
      Hannah

    • hannahpowers

      April 11, 2015

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      I guess it’s universal. Only the young escape but that’s because they haven’t had enough time on earth yet.
      Hannah

  2. geneve bacon

    April 11, 2015

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    I’m finally dipping my toes again into the wellspring of life and your lovely poem helps a lot. Thank you.

  3. Bob Trujillo

    April 11, 2015

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    Marvelously beautiful, it flows with assured guidance from a deeply talented and sensitive artist.

  4. Brooks

    April 13, 2015

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    An evocative and sensitive piece, the poem goes to the heart of memories and the land of emotions to which we travel on their willing, thorny shoulders. I once more hear you speking as I read. Thank you for sharing your talent of holding up a magnifying glass to the spirit.

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