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  • The Invention of Memory

    Amid horsetails and club moss
    You were the land
    On which I learned first how to breathe

    Now abandoned to a continent of ferns
    Shallow pools of slimy water
    My skin's darkest hunger dreams of being fed
    Only by your hands

    Perhaps this is why memory rose up
    Like the first fish from Silurian warm darkness
    Trying out land and air
    So that feeling bewildered and shimmering
    Might find a new home

  • #2
    Another wonderful write! This is what I joined this site for....

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    • #3
      I concur!

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      • #4
        Thought provoking, Tanner. Enjoyed greatly.

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        • #5
          Many thanks for the comments. Support from fellow poets is always appreciated.

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          • #6
            As another aside, I have spent many years thinking about why we remember certain things/events and not others, and have come to believe that
            what is stored in our memories (probably chemically) are those emotional experiences that have the most valence/impact on us. I am continually
            perplexed by the mystery of life and consciousness, and that is the engine that drives my poetic efforts.

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            • #7
              I like your style

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