translucent memories
quiver
when I hear you speak
little earthquakes and
rivers
form inside my head
bringing down like buildings
falling
till I’m drowning but not dead
hear me mourning, morning I will be
calling
on my God to chase away the
translucent memories
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This is beautiful, Sara.
Translucent memories
quiver
An immediate hook into the poem. Your voice is delicate and nuanced.
i agree with christine on the delicacy of the word choices,,, but i also get the feeling that these are not good memories...
"falling
till I’m drowning but not dead"...
i have to wonder if the memories are being blocked out and thus just fragmented whisps of them are there to catch you off guard... very interesting piece..
Thanks for continuing to visit me even when I didn't have the energy or drive to reciprocate. Truly appreciate your support. I'm back and feeling better.
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I felt incredible pain and longing in this poem. A thought provoking piece for me.
one for many to identify with. well written sad poem
This piece reminds me of a little girl who'd call on her God in the morning for comfort after a night with a monster in her bed. (mourning/morning)("drowning" in her tears..?)
Very heavy piece for me, but very very well written, Sara.
yes i like 'translucent memories', very nice.
I am feeling so inspired by your words
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