Sunday, February 11, 2007

Cell Memory

A bone remembers a break
a tongue remembers a burn
skin remembers the cut
and still I never learn

the pieces of me know

but keep it
from
the whole

the parts of me do make
a mismatched
crazy shaped

crooked girl

a mouth recalls a kiss
a scar recalls a burn
skin recalls the slice

and still I never learn
I never learn


Note- This was written for Poetry Thursday. The prompt was: The body knows...
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8 comments:

  1. gautami tripathyFebruary 22, 2007

    Do we ever learn? I like the simplicity of thought in here.




    gautami
    In-between state of consciousness

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 22, 2007

    There is always hope that the next time won't hurt so much. Memory can sometimes be blessing and other times a curse. Wonderful poem.

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  3. ReginaFebruary 22, 2007

    I do believe in cell memory as well- but I also believe that along with the hurts and pain, the cells remember good times and joy as well!
    A very powerful poem...

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  4. pattiFebruary 22, 2007

    I loved the simplicity of this poem, and the idea that we have a memory, but still we never learn. Great job.

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  5. Suzan Abrams, email: suzanabrams@live.co.ukFebruary 23, 2007

    I liked the way you added in crooked girl, that gave an exciting new twist to the poem. :-)

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  6. crimsonflawFebruary 23, 2007

    beautiful sara

    the crazy crooked girl...and the pieces that know but keep it from the whole ...

    keep writing my friend ...even if the whole does not care to remember

    shakir

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  7. Crafty Green PoetFebruary 24, 2007

    It sometimes seems as though we never learn....

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  8. AnonymousFebruary 27, 2007

    Very good. Easily related to, also. Nice concept, nice job executing it!

    ~Saoirse

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