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The memory at the end of the wind

Posted on January 18, 2015 By adcitlali

There is an ocean at the precipice of your desired amnesia   
   Ready?   

Take the step
                    JUMP!     Surprise the water
Forget it all
             Can you?

Can those waves clean selected echoes inside your head?
Will they remove the memory brought by the wind?
       The one that hit you like a hurricane
          woke you up from false numbness
       The one that provoked you to move again
                         to see the morning sky
                         to feel the breeze on your face

Granted, it brought you to tears

It has that effect on me
but I cherish it nevertheless
Isn’t it reflecting the good times as well?

Do you really want to stop?

Then jump
                    JUMP!  JUMP!     Surprise the water
Forget the wind
                              your past
& us


_____Adriana Citlali
XIX-I-MMXV

Written after Kerry’s prompt at Imaginary garden with real toads.

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Comments (16)

  1. ManicDdaily says:
    January 19, 2015 at 12:13 am

    A wonderful title–people think sometimes that they’d like to erase their past–but you raise the difficulties of that–certainly a mixed bag! There was a wonderful movie–The Eternal Daylight of the Sunshine Mind? That’s not it–but you may like it–Jim Carey–thanks, Adriana, a really interesting idea. K.

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      January 19, 2015 at 12:30 am

      I think you mean “the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind”. I love that movie! It is so clever that i had to watch it many times to get all the layers. Thanks for connecting my poem to that movie. It is a great compliment… Smiles!

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  2. Hannah Gosselin says:
    January 19, 2015 at 12:26 am

    This is poetry!! I SO felt this piece. Yes, and this:

    ” The one that provoked you to move again
    to see the morning sky
    to feel the breeze on your face
    Granted, it brought you to tears
    It has that effect on me
    but I cherish it nevertheless”

    especially spoke to me. Beautiful work, Adriana!

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      January 19, 2015 at 12:36 am

      It honestly makes me happy to read that my words spoke to you. Thank you, Hannah!

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  3. Grace says:
    January 19, 2015 at 1:33 am

    I admire the energy and the invitation to Jump, Jump~ Good to read you at Real toads Adriana ~

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  4. Mama Zen says:
    January 19, 2015 at 1:50 am

    Fabulous work. I can feel the rush of the wind and the temptation to join it.

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  5. Poet Laundry says:
    January 19, 2015 at 2:41 am

    Sometimes it is good to be provoked from the numbness. I love “surprise the water”!

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  6. magalyguerrero says:
    January 19, 2015 at 4:13 am

    “Can those waves clean selected echoes inside your head?”

    What a wonderful line!

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    1. magalyguerrero says:
      January 19, 2015 at 4:14 am

      I suspect that many of us want to ask the question at least 13 times in our lives (sometimes of ourselves) .

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      1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
        January 28, 2015 at 7:48 pm

        True! I know I ask that question every now and then… 🙂

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  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    January 19, 2015 at 5:44 am

    This is perfect Adriana, what an interesting way to formulate a poem. Such originality in those combinations, I love surprise the water to.. Jump indeed 😉

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  8. Brendan says:
    January 19, 2015 at 9:55 am

    There’s a wonderful subliminal half-aqueous immersion here between a waking agony and its baptism in healing depths. — A painful place, yes, but enveloped in the grief is so much pure water. Thanks for reminding us to jump.

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  9. Kerry O'Connor says:
    January 19, 2015 at 1:34 pm

    What an amazing title – it is a poem in itself. I appreciate the energy of your lines, your innovative format lends to rhythm of the whole. Great advice too!

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  10. georgeplace2013 says:
    January 20, 2015 at 12:39 am

    Granted, it brought you to tears
    It has that effect on me
    but I cherish it nevertheless
    Isn’t it reflecting the good times as well?……………. I don’t want to forget just have the stinger removed. This is a thoughtful poem you’ve written.

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      January 28, 2015 at 7:49 pm

      Thank you for dropping by, Debi.

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  11. lynn__ says:
    January 24, 2015 at 2:54 am

    You ask a great question: “Can those waves clean selected echoes inside your head?” Not sure it will wash the memories completely…

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