Amnesia Poems

Mindfulness

Woke up this morning
come to find
can’t recall a thing at all
really think I’ve lost my mind
after sleep digging deep
to collect my thoughts
and what I recollect
amounts to naught
insufficient hard drive RAM
my memory is shot
what I remember as best I can
is not a lot it's diddley-squat
it's failing me
old age is what's ailing me
and yet will I forget
such

Grandma - Mar 13

Memories lost within a frozen mist
And dangling in the static atmosphere
Of muddled recollection of things dear 
Haunt the backwoods of the years she has missed. 

Through foggy glances, blurred thoughts that persist
In the dim haze, shapes of the past, appear;
These flittering figures, some far, some near,
Skitter through her mind, meek and shadow-kissed. 

But soon they

Love Amnesia

I've forgotten how to love, the sky's pale glow,
The drift of stars, the tender pull of evening tides.
The world seems veiled, its murmurs soft and slow,
As if the heart of time itself had simply died.

No trembling song beneath a moonlit glow,
No lingering warmth where hands once dared to touch.
The years march on, their faces cold

Dissociative Amnesia

I walk within a shadowed hall,
Where echoes fade before recall,
The walls are bare, the mirrors blind,
A labyrinth, a maze in my own mind.

Fragments are scattered like broken glass,
Like a thousand leaves beneath the sun,
I search for truths I cannot find,
Each moment lost, each thread unlined.

The years slip by, a voiceless tide,
They took my past and

Politics of Memory

History books rewritten,
pages turned, truths overturned.
Past reconstructed.

Memories are planted like seeds,
carefully cultivated.
Reality harvested.

Leaders cast long shadows,
dark spots conveniently erased.
Selective illumination.

Monuments rise and fall,
stone faces weather time.
Legacies carved in flux.

Archives are sealed tight,
skeletons locked in national closets.
Dust settles on truth.

Oral traditions whisper
voices echo through generations.
Unwritten resistance.

Media spins its web,
catching minds in sticky narratives.
Information trapped.

Textbooks sanitised,
rough edges

Amnesia

I, alone, cognizant and coherent
Yet frail and new am I
Many times the size when first was here
Reborn into this unlucky surprise 
No mother to swaddle with affectionate kiss 
No father with pride holding me up to the masses
Oh, To have earned a place and name among
The bone of my bone and blood of my blood
Staggering,

Lunacy Loo Flies

*** Lunacy Loo Flies ***


Beauuty, in a creature from
Among the most high;
In rythmic song while in her flight 
Witnessng the realities and fancies
Circling the clouds — 
Proud of her ancient, legendary form, gone

lost into that certain dimension of Nature’s 
Blessed  running for all immediacy 

While she 
Sprang between the limbs of lush trees, 

Hell Is For Children

“The title Hell is for children,” is inspired by Pat Benatar’s song of the same name, it’s about a psychologist’s therapy session with a small child who suffers from dissociative amnesia trigged by childhood trauma. 

     “Hell is for children”.

  You were my shadow,
  But now you have gone,

Signal Amnesia

Tech support informed us
There is nothing they can do
For the signal sent by Sirius
Won’t work with Subaru.

Not all cars have been affected,
Just the Foresters (of course!)
And the techies have been working
Hard to find the problem’s source.

We were told it’s like amnesia,
So the radio forgets
How to access all the stations
And the tech guy had regrets

But he

Amnesia Or Lobotomy

I don’t know which is worse amnesia or lobotomy, one you have no control over and the other you can ask to receive
One happens from an accident in which you didn’t want to lose your thoughts, and the other is used to rid your mind of monsters within your mind that crawls
I used to wish

Amnesia Hall

A city without streets…
a pain in the memory
Like an amputated limb
still aching at night

A city without people
 a bane on existence
Their shadows to wander
—down avenues unnamed

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

Author's Notes

Dear 2020!

This Poem was Inspired by an Acknowledgment that this Past Year Was Difficult or Tough, That I Don't have All of the Answers, But I Serve a God Who Does. That I Did Have Some Beautiful Experiences in 2020, that Should be Celebrated and Not Over-Looked. But Most Importantly That I Must Learn To

Amnesia

Amnesia suffered,
our heart yet proffered 
prayer into space,
imbibing God’s grace.

With symbols all gone,
we’re here now reborn;
innate aliveness,
one with That oneness.

No thoughts interfere,
as bliss throbs so spear
each pore of our form;
divine caress warm.

We need no preacher,
for God’s our teacher,
showing love’s the way,
lighting up each day.

There’s no this or that,
arguments fall flat,
for we all are one,
children of

Forced Amnesia

The memories of her that hurt the most
are always good, not bad;
they ambush when I'm less engrossed.
Recalling happy times we had
is guaranteed to change my mood to sad.

Her birthday will be very soon
and I shall play no part -
another year, the same old tune:
my smile will not betray my heart
is aching that we live apart.

So

Amnesia-

mouthing thoughts offered
 thinking past memories droughts
 amnesia forgot




2/17/22

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