Memory Poem by Rebekah Gamble
Memory
I'm here again,
but I am not afraid,
not any more.
This place
lets the fear rest
and the place no longer screams
but whispers
in these green-black trees,
and I feel almost safe
in this cool embrace
of strength and air.
The fear is gone
but the memory remains.
Why did he touch me like that?
I was so young-
did he forget?
Why? Why?
And he is gone-
dust again.
I am beginning
to hate that corpse.
As the brook laughs
perhaps at this memory,
I remember
that I shall never forget.
written 6.16.o5
I liked reading this poem very much. Nice format/quick, short lines/contrasting words. It reads quickly at first since there is no fear or hesitation, then slows up into a more quiet, calmer atmosphere: one of safety if not “acceptance”. It involves so many of the senses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:02:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it makes me wonder what exactly happened, but of course thats your personal life so i wont ask. but very good write. i enjoyed reading it. keep up the good work!