Undertow
the salt remembers the weight of boulders and the light that bent around them
the salt remembers gates that opened when no one was watching
the salt remembers the taste of centuries and the hands that turned them over
the salt remembers and waits for us to lean in again
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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I'm sorry Cryptic I can't help but project my past work into this poem. Salt is crucial in keeping a balance in body fluids and neural transmission,. Without it life ceases as do our ability to move muscles and think properly. It remembers as do we. It is in the water of the sea from which life came, hence the undertow. It is in rocks and it affects the bending of light waves in water. It opens neural gateways for transmission even when no one is watching, it aids in memory in the nerve cells. It is a seasoning for food waiting to be dissolved as we lean in from the table. Now I am fairly sure this is not what you intended when you wrote this but is my initial projection tainted by my past that blinds me to the real intent of the poem
Or perhaps your past has brought the meaning into a crisper quality 🕊️🙏🏻
If that be I am surprised my vision is often clouded by the past. A wonderful poem none the less
The lens of the past can be very useful too so I hope that in this case it was a good thing🙏🏻🕊️
Well-written, the poem "Undertow" revolves around memory, history, and the connection between the past and the present. The repeated phrase "the salt remembers" serves as a metaphor for the enduring nature of memory and experience, suggesting that elements of the past linger and shape our present lives. The subject matter encompasses the weight of history, the unnoticed events that shape our existence, and the desire for reconnection with those memories.
Thank you, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
Arqios, this pulled me under right away. The salt as memory…as witness…that’s such a haunting image. It feels eternal and intimate at once. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Well done, my friend.
Thanks Tittu, this speaks to the heart. Most appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome, my friend! Glad it does.
Amen. Elements in this earth remember even minute details and reveal them centuries, millenniums later. What, really, do humans remember? Nice work.
That undertow is always there in our lives Rik and we must use it when needed.
Andy
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