tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808922339543150406.post7129624015960955636..comments2022-12-10T10:50:41.871-05:00Comments on Taylor Lavati: Writing Wednesday | Prompt 41Taylor keatinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575985239316360248noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808922339543150406.post-15629113415938126472014-07-09T12:22:28.101-04:002014-07-09T12:22:28.101-04:00Thank you. The prompt was great.Thank you. The prompt was great.nohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356649069543892470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808922339543150406.post-33165766642959870192014-07-09T09:52:30.860-04:002014-07-09T09:52:30.860-04:00That's beautiful @misslady! I really love the ...That's beautiful @misslady! I really love the format and how it's read. My favorite lines, "I remember almost thirty years of trying not to remember." I just really connected to it. Thanks for participating!Taylor keatinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11575985239316360248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808922339543150406.post-91969979134290743662014-07-08T15:07:44.762-04:002014-07-08T15:07:44.762-04:00the shore
of suppressed memories
fumes
as the tide... the shore<br />of suppressed memories<br />fumes<br />as the tide<br />of recollecting waves<br />crashes<br />down upon them<br />obliterating the barrier<br />between what is <br />and what was<br />I begin to remember ...<br />... I remember<br />a jewelery box<br />filled with things<br />I don't understand ...<br />... I remember<br />I'm locked in a basement<br />scared and homesick<br />crying for my mommy ...<br />... I remember<br />a cheap motel room<br />smoke in my face<br />throwing up ...<br />... I remember<br />being in<br />a strange house<br />sleeping on<br />a strange couch<br />waking up to<br />a strange man<br />with a shadowed face<br />standing over me ...<br />... I remember<br />almost thirty years<br />of trying<br />not to remember ...<br />with memories confronted<br />it's time<br />to let the dust<br />shaken from the rafters<br />of my mind<br />settle<br />to once again<br />be swept<br />into a corner<br />of my subconscious<br />and forgottennohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15356649069543892470noreply@blogger.com