Paramnesia
The fuchsia sparkle of
Your purple moon
Glitter filled with
Dolphins swimming in
The water’s ebbs
Opening crocuses
You step onto the
Pain and blood of
The brown earth
Time does not move
Swiftly enough
Generational trauma
Cannot be erased
Only forgotten
The molecules moving
Throughout living organisms
Reordering cells
Making room for pain
An itch that cannot
Be scratched
A scar that cannot
Be seen
Only felt
Through a nebulous cloud
Of remembrance and
Forgetting
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Beautiful imagery:)
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That leaps of the page with potency!
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Thank you Luccia and Charli. This is my favorite poem of the month.
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The back story to this poem intrigues me but perhaps is someone else on your blog and I understand you have connections to Poland, which has certainly been through way too much xx Rowena
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Yes, this does have to do with history. I see people whose lives have been destroyed; often these people do it to themselves. I thought about all the trauma Poland has experienced and I think that there may be something to it. The trauma is encoded in the DNA. I think that’s true anywhere something horrendous has happened, which is pretty much everywhere. It takes a lot of work to escape it, because first of all you have to realize it is there.
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