I cut myself on a memory today,
Walked into it, unsuspecting.
My breath left me
Lungs voided by the impact,
The lemon-sharp
Clarity.
It's with me still, somewhere.
An emotional embolism
Waiting to bring me down
In the quiet time.
a wonderful description of emotion here.....bringing the human race together, each one of us with those memories we 'bump into'. Mine bump into me these days, when I'm trying to focus on other things......pescy blighters, always bothering me, heh heh
I like the idea here, and especially that first line of course- one of those 'grab ya' lines that pulls in a reader, and your following lines are perfect for the theme.
I especially love the first line of this Martin... a memory that draws blood.
I've walked into sharp old memories a few times myself. Thank you for the memory. An evocative journey. i like this. Micmac
From nowhere it came, from nowhere it reside to call you tell you where you were and what we have done...It maybe makes you thing that just bring you down but it's not..It just telling you there's up there's down so be strong in the road we have now..a reminder from nowhere, as nowhere in you cant find but somewhere inside..still with you forever_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem for its graphic portrayal of what a memory does to us and how excellently you painted the portrait in words.