This is so profound and I read it on a day when I've been pondering the long aftermath of being attacked by a dog last summer.
Favorite stanza: What if forgetting was not failure/but a holy amnesia,/the mind loosening its hoard/of bright shrapnel and ruin,/granting the body clemency.
Beautiful and excellent and deep layered subtle transporting. You're a great Poet Ma'am.
What a delightful thought for the day~ I sure hope so Carolyn!
Thanks Michael! 🌸
Scalpels slip between seconds
Scratch the sun spots that
Rearrange the skin.
I remember a grave stone;
Scraped moss parchment
Reveled a name, date.
History unknown.
Reused, edited, redacted, blacked out document.
A new day arrives. Catch a ray of sun.
Doves coo, crows caw, chimes ring; Spring arrives.
I sweep time, last year leaves gone bye.
Birds return to refurbish old nest, lay eggs.
Palimpsest process: new material salvaged.
Holy amnesia rearranged
A new time recycles.
oh this is beautiful. I especially loved "a cartography of wounds and wonders,". Yup I get that.
And I love the bit in your intro about being "Like glitter you can’t quite suck out of the carpet of your nervous system" x
“ . . . what if we are nothing more
than the afterimage
of what touched us”
I too am captured by the substance of Holy Amnesia. What a panacea for my thoughts today.
Carolyn, this is amazing.
This is so profound and I read it on a day when I've been pondering the long aftermath of being attacked by a dog last summer.
Favorite stanza: What if forgetting was not failure/but a holy amnesia,/the mind loosening its hoard/of bright shrapnel and ruin,/granting the body clemency.