I thought it
with my heart
so I could say it
with my tongue
so I could see it
with my eyes
so I could hear it
with my ears
so I could breathe it
through my nose
and what I said
it was
and what I saw
it was
and what I heard
it was
and what I smelt
it was
I could feel it
I reported
to my head
and it reported right back
to my heart
and so
it was
from nothing
that’s what I thought
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
I really loved this. It reflects something I've been thinking for a long time - that everything we do is over in a nanosecond and becomes a memory - and so if your imagination is good enough, you can create imagined memories that can be almost better than real ones. Helpful for bad times.
Hi sr. Thanks for reading and your comment. They're all imagined, aren't they (sort of). Once it's gone, it's gone, and we do our best to recreate something like it - maybe a little better.
I'm delighted you enjoyed the piece.
And luckily you wrote it all down. Thanks for sharing Frank.
You're welcome, AP.
Great use of
all your senses, Frank!
Enjoyed the read!
It’s so true how a thought....simple or otherwise...can become a memory Great write!
~Laura~
I've been reading much about time. The texture and shape of an instant. How memories are formed - that sort of thing - inspired by Gaston Bachelard. It's mind boggling to contemplate, but produces provocative thoughts that sometimes might be poems.
Thank you.
Thought provoking...indeed!!
I cheat Laura. Don't understand it at all really, but snatch a little early morning read and write in the bakery before I got to work over a coffee - small sentences, little-chunk poems.
Delicious chunks...yes!
I think I’ll brew some delicious coffee to accompany those
delicious chunks!
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