Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Echoes

The past speaks to me
at times when I least
expect it, when I least
want to hear it, when I am least
able to deal with it.
It has a power far
beyond its value, rattling round
the inside of my head, bouncing
from ear to ear and back again
until I wish I could dash my brains
out on the walls of a padded cell,
the white cushions absorbing
the blood sprays of memories
haunting me.
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28 comments:

  1. Oh, those blasted memories. So true - they just pop up when we least expect it.

    Really loved this poem, Nessa. Though please don't do any brain bashing! :)

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  3. Oh yes, sometimes the past carries moments we do not like to revisit.;) I loved this poem,
    xoxo

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  4. Vividly told and so well written, brilliant!

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  5. Yes...they have a way of doing exactly that. Blasted memories. Why can't it all be simple? I guess because then, there'd be no growth.

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  6. Well said. We walk a fine line between learning from the past and being damaged, even paralyzed, by it.

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  7. wow...makes me think of Scanners...but i know what you are say...smiles.

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  8. How difficult it is to move on sometimes - and just when we think we're victorious, back comes the blackness and bleakness.

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  9. A great expression of how unbidden memories can haunt our brains. I would say you have touched a nerve with more than of few of us.

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  10. So true! I can relate all to well to this...wish I didn't.

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  11. "blood sprays of memories" - a very powerful image.

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  12. Nessa, this is a powerful poem. Your words conjure up many images in my mind.

    Have a great day.
    Pam

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  13. Intense Girl! The past can truly haunt us, I am still trying to make peace with mine!

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  14. Regret makes memories dangerous. Affection makes them sentimental. It's all a matter of perspective.

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  15. Hi Nessa. I like the fact that the title is not mentioned explicitly in the poem.

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  16. Thank you for your nice comment.

    The past has been prelude to much of my life these past few months as I left my teaching career to launch out on something new in a new city. I keep thinking of what WAS, and wishing I would have taken a leap of faith at a younger age and perhaps done it differently. But then, my future would not be the present I am currently living.

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  17. So true. Our memories hold great power.

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  18. Where are the neuralizers when we need them?

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  19. I feel that one to the bone. You have given the words to feelings that drive me nuts on a regular basis. Thanks.

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  20. Your thoughts come forth to guide you through stages of awakening. Take everything lightly and laugh.

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  21. Those darn unwanted memories. They have a habit of visiting at night.

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  22. IT seems like me here you are talking about...seems like you have stalked inside my mind...:-)

    Perfect piece for the prompt. Liked this so much. Best!

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  23. you are super creative these day...
    keep it up.

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