Why of Remembering

For The Sunday Whirl Poetry Prompt: Wordle #92
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wordle #92

Why of Remembering

Memories, like invisible sticky filaments,
move through thin air, digging under
skin, and crawling into every cell
of bone and being.

At moments, charging forward,
knocking one to knees, or dropping
pearls of bright white linen-like
enlightenment.

Some should be made to wear beware
signs (if you’re smart, don’t open),
while others are genuine gifts
that plead, call us to create art

from our memories.

Elizabeth Crawford  1/20/13

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23 Responses to Why of Remembering

  1. vivinfrance says:

    This is a valid warning – once we start opening up old memories, you never know where they’ll take you.

    For most of us, the memories are built in, there for a reason. I figure it’s better to make art from them, than to let them control me and my emotions. Making them into art, changes them, even the ones that wear those beware signs. Thanks Viv,

    Elizabeth

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  2. Stan Ski says:

    I’m not opening a can for breakfast… it might be full of worms… 😮

    Lol, Stan, but worms are excellent for fishing bait. Thanks for stopping in,

    Elizabeth

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  3. Memories can be very warming. Sometimes. But always character building.

    Thanks J Cosmo, I believe memories are built in memoir, and yes they certainly can build character,

    Elizabeth

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  4. Irene says:

    crawling into every cell
    of bone and being.

    Marvellous, and true. We are our memories aren’t we?

    Most memories are built on what the senses take in at any given moment. That makes them a bit slippery at times. But yes, I would agree, much of who and what we are is based in those messages. Thanks Irene,

    Elizabeth

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  5. Robyn says:

    Wouldn’t it be great if we could attach those beware signs to certain memories!

    Mostly Robyn, I write about them and do attach the signs where needed. Thanks for visiting,

    Elizabeth

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  6. brenda w says:

    May all of our days be filled with moments of “bright white linen-like enlightenment.” This is beautiful, Elizabeth.

    Brenda, you have no idea how pleased I was when that line came into view. I grinned and clapped my hands, thinking of the feast brought to us each week with these words and the memories they make and are created from. Thanks for making note of it,

    Elizabeth

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  7. jae rose says:

    What a beautiful piece..I can feel the remember acne sticking..at yet perhaps we can unstick if we learn what signs to trust..jae

    Thank you Jae, memories come in all shapes and sizes. Some are butterflies, others like bullets, yes? I believe they are dangerous, only when we fail to listen and then redefine them on and with our own terms. I find that is the only way to change the ending of our story.

    Elizabeth

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  8. anl4 says:

    Beautifully said! Love it!

    Just read your poem Annell. Think we were walking along similar paths, yet going off on our own individual meanderings. Love it when that happens. Thanks for the beautiful,

    Elizabeth

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  9. barbara_y says:

    Problem with those signs: they make the content SO tempting.

    EXACTLY!!!

    Elizabeth

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  10. Misky says:

    Very well written, Elizabeth. I was hardly aware of the wordled words in this one.

    Thank you Misky, once I got the filaments out of the way, the rest was rather easy.

    Elizabeth

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  11. pmwanken says:

    *sigh* I’m thinking I’d probably ignore the sign and open anyway. :-\
    Nicely wordled, Elizabeth!

    Lol, Paula. To be honest, I think I would do the same. Thanks for your comments,

    Elizabeth

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  12. jae rose says:

    Apologies my auto-correct drives me crazy..acne was not intended.. But now can’t remember what I was trying to say..will get there in the end! Clumsily..Jae

    No need to apologize Jae. Pimples are momentary blemishes, even the most persistent ones may be cleansed and healed. I think that creativity is a built in healing agent and I often use it, like a soothing balm, on my memory pimples. I learned about the healing of memories long ago and know that it works,

    Elizabeth

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  13. There comes a time when memorie s- good or bad- are all we have left! Enjoyed the descriptions

    Marian, that seems to coincide with the time in our development when we are told that the goal now is to give back to the world around us. To create art from those memories and let the world see and hear the the things we have learned. Leaving our individual legacy of wisdom. That’s not a bad place to be in, thanks for stopping in,

    Elizabeth

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  14. Pamela says:

    Gorgeous write, Elizabeth. How did you manage such a beautiful piece with such difficult words? I kept thinking about the mummies in Mexico. Which is interesting, but hardly beautiful.

    Pamela

    Remember that old saying Pamela, about beauty being in the eye of the beholder? You see beauty, while Stan sees worms, lol. Please believe me, I find your poetry to be some of the most beautiful I’ve read. Makes no difference what the subject is, it is the way you choose to say it. I read your poems and come back here and say, “Someday, you North Wisconsin hillbilly, maybe someday you will find a way to say something that beautiful.” Meanwhile, I thank you for your generous words,

    Elizabeth

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  15. jasmine calyx says:

    I like your ending: “call us to create art from our memories” You never know what usable material might bubble up.

    No I never do and that’s why I love writing, what bubbles up usually ends up on the page in one form or another. That’s exactly where this poem came from. Thanks for stopping by,

    Elizabeth

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  16. Veronica Roth says:

    That word…fillaments…got me too for a while. Well done Elizabeth; I really found truth in your poem. Do you sometimes get that harsh tingle up your spine as you wish you hadn’t remembered something? Happens to me sometimes. And then I have to force the memory back under a rug somewhere in the back of my mind. Happily, there are loads of rugs to hide things under in there. 🙂

    Love your question Veronica. No, I don’t get the harsh tingle, I get the sound of a loud ticking clock that reminds me to come back to the present moment. I understand the association function of the brain, and realize that some memories are a lot like small children. Instead of hiding them under rugs, I tell them we are wasting time on things that happened in the past, and they could help me a lot more if they would go out and play in the sunshine, laugh and sing, and bring me back the treasures they have found while doing so. When they do, I am always surprised by the art we make together.

    Elizabeth

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  17. Your first stanza made the rest of the poem worth reading all by itself. But the balance completed the thought very well. Good write, Elizabeth!

    Thank you Walt, glad there was a balance and that you found it. I liked your poem as well, including the linen,

    Elizabeth

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  18. Yes, what truth is in this poem! You used the words very well – it’s such a pleasure to read. 🙂

    And I found deep pleasure in what you crafted from these same words. Thank you, both for your comments and your poem,

    Elizabeth

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  19. Ah memories.. wonderfully written.. ‘crawling into every cell of bone and being.’ gave me goosebumps.. beautiful..

    Thank you Shivani, so glad you enjoyed it. I like the challenge of the wordles, they seem to take one outside the usual comfort zone, creating sudden surprises (maybe even a few goosebumps).

    Elizabeth

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  20. julespaige says:

    Creativity, memories different types of Pandora’s boxes.

    I went dark…as the words cast a pale for me:
    http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/01/sw-92-haggard.html

    Thank you Jules, I really like what you created from the words. I’m a sucker for mystery and suspense, with a bit of magic tossed into the pot for that just so right blend of spices.

    Elizabeth

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  21. I really like the idea that memories are there to be prompts for creativity. Of course! Yes, some memories really don’t need to be examined too closely, but let’s open the box anyway!

    We are told that we must write about what we know. What we know is what we learned while experiencing our own lives. What remains are the memories, an often rich source of ideas, metaphors, and other things for the pen to play with. I’m with you, open the box and begin. Thanks for your comments,

    Elizabeth

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  22. Tumblewords says:

    An enchanting read – it speaks volumes!

    Thank you Tumblewords, I like that word “enchanting.”

    Elizabeth

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  23. Mr. Walker says:

    Elizabeth, I love the bittersweet quality of your poem, that blend of emotion and thought, sometimes wise, sometimes painful.

    Richard

    Thank you Richard, I agree. There is a bittersweet quality to this piece. Memories are slippery things, sometimes hard to hang on to, other times, impossible to let go of.

    Elizabeth

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