In an odd sort of way, this poem is the antithesis of last weeks' prompt "word" for it is about wordless knowledge and wordless dread.
his hand
on my back,
stomach knots.
deeply buried
haptic data
flashes through muscles,
panic rises.
cutaneous memory
supplies cues lost
to conscious mind,
ancient violations.
sgreerpitt
May 2, 2009
For more poems on the prompt "tactile" see One Single Impression.
14 comments:
Powerful memories evoked here. Excellently done.
Memories from the past can touch us when we least expect it and affect our feeling in the present.
Painful and poignant.
Powerful and poignant words. I like how you've interpreted this great prompt Sue. Well done!
Incredibly direct use of the prompt this week. And the art that accompanies is powerful as well. I can feel the stomach knot up...
I felt this one ... memories can do that to us, especially if they are painful ones. The art is amazing.
Yes, Sue, but aren't we glad that we get those feelings and reactions!
And for the memories of those past.
Thank you for these thoughts,
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Thank you for teaching me a new word for touch today.
Powerful. Amazing. Those places beyond words that are evoked by touch. Grrr.... Beautifully done.
Powerfully tactile - memories return, for good or not, at unasked moments. Enjoyed the depth in this.
Very powerful words and images. Also liked The painting.
Well done.
love-bd
Dear Sue--
No words...but an ancient instinct come up in me, to protect, like a mother grizzly.
Many thanks for your honesty and artfulness. I love your work.
Woe, no loss of words here, or just the right ones! Tragic but very good-
reads like a punch in the gut...
all i can say is wow!
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