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...
8 comments:
Do we ever learn? I like the simplicity of thought in here.
gautami
In-between state of consciousness
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.
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...
I loved the simplicity of this poem, and the idea that we have a memory, but still we never learn. Great job.
I liked the way you added in crooked girl, that gave an exciting new twist to the poem. :-)
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
It sometimes seems as though we never learn....
Very good. Easily related to, also. Nice concept, nice job executing it!
~Saoirse
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