Through the window of anamnesis

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One glimpse
One sound
One heart beat
And all feelings
Rush back
Feelings that bring
Tingles
Down feverish skin
That glows in
Shades of red.
Time slows as blood
Races in fast thumps
From racy heart cycles.
Seconds walk past,
Scrutinized,
In anticipation of the
One that ushers in her presence;
Each pass by empty handed,
They bear no news.
The sound comes again
Closer,
The wind carries the scent
Of feminine soprano
That titillates eager tympani
And send joyous action potentials
Down auditory channels
To evoke memories
In whispers, moans, shouts
And the final strains of hurt
Before the strings of the heart
Snapped, ending the music
Midway — the beginning
Of nightmarish normalcy
Of cursory courtesies.
The sound stops
And passing seconds
Look down as they pass by,
Afraid to bear
The sad tale:
She is never coming this way.
Drafts of hurt blow slowly
On naked heart
Exposed and raw,
Shivering in a blizzard of snow
Expecting the bright rays of summer

One glimpse
One sound
One heart beat
Is all it takes
For silent beats
To familiar heart tunes
Start playing in
Unsafe volumes
Threatening to disturb
The delicate balance of sanity
Unleashing chaos in
Unstable mind.

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Walt Shakes says:

    Your poems about love evoke memories of the movie Titanic. How love can be heavy and light and dark and sombre and gay.

    1. topazo says:

      Sir Walter, glad to see you on this plain
      Your comments are a delight

  2. Yemie says:

    Though the view described here’s somewhat riddled by not-so-fond memories, and though Dejan Stojanic surmises that ‘Oblivion cures old wounds’, for me, amnesia’s no option! I’d choose to undergo this process of anamnesis; even as bizarre and chaotic as it sounds! However would I know for a fact that I actually did live; if I opted to wipe clean and blot out bad memories?!

    ‘Memories warm you up from inside but they also tear you apart- Haruki Murakumi! Even at the risk of being torn apart, I’d still choose to have recollections of moments gone by anyhow! πŸ˜†

    The process of anamnesis is so intellectually laid out in this piece and its view’s pretty stunning for an insanely chaotic state of mind! In few lines, the part each sensory organ plays during the process of recollection was brilliantly and ‘musically’ 😈explored and exhausted! A familiar sound, a phrase, a sweet fragrance or could be the random action of a casual bystander, oft times seeks to remind of a person with whom we’ve had dealings and old feelings leap out at us! We have none option but to ‘face the music’ and just deal! 😟

    Life’s filled with moments, good and bad; stored up and stowed away in suitcases in our memory banks, just waiting for this process to happen and all coming bubbling on to the surface; whether we want ’em to or not!πŸ™‰ 😞

    You brought this Doc, a more than clever offering…..ingenius! πŸ‘‰πŸ˜„

    1. topazo says:

      “I’d choose to undergo this process of anamnesis; even as bizarre and chaotic as it sounds! However would I know for a fact that I actually did live; if I opted to wipe clean and blot out bad memories?!”

      I’m with you on this one Yemie.
      Thanks goddess of words..
      Your analysis adds color to the work…

  3. Adeleke Julianah says:

    Succinct
    Sublime
    Didactic
    Apt
    Exceptional
    We’ll woven words of passion!

  4. thefeatheredsleep says:

    You write in the language i like to read β™‘

    1. topazo says:

      I shall ensure to speak more of that language….
      Thank you!

      1. thefeatheredsleep says:

        πŸ™‚ xoxo

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