Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Amnesia

Sometimes, I fantasize about amnesia.
I see myself waking pretty
in a white gown world washed clean
and new; my cerebellum ironed smooth.
Born again without the bruises.
Just a small scar for conversation.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

26 comments:

Tigger on Tranquilizers said...

Man, I love this. Especially the last three lines.

Am-Knee-Sigher; that's what I see in the title. To me, this is about praying to become someone different; this connects to the subtle "born again" reference. I think the speaker wishes she could be a strong and centered Christian, accepting the washing and moving forward without further blemish.

Why is the bruising/pain so necessary for growth? It just is.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I would love a white-gowned world washed clean. Can we arrange it for the entire planet? Great write, MZ, succinct and spot-on, as always.

Sylvia K said...

Oh, I do love this one, MZ!! And I, too, would love "a white-gowned world washed clean"!! But then I guess most of us would these days!!

Gillena Cox said...

like the use of scar as a resulting icon

much love...

Timoteo said...

REALLY nice, Mama...then again, if we didn't remember how we got those scars, there would be no poetry.

Gail said...

I like,

If wishes were horses...

colleen said...

I like the combination of white gown, ironed brain and a small scar for conversation. Now I am thinking about amnesia.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Amen, sister.

razzamadazzle said...

Some days that would be really nice, but I must say, the world gives us quite a ride. Wouldn't want to forget most of it.

Björn Rudberg said...

That scar for conversation is the one that make this poem perfect

angieinspired said...

Please don't iron your cerebellum. How else could we crawl through your brain?

Jazzbumpa said...

for good or for ill
selective amnesia can be self serving

but those scars . . .

yes that last line is striking

btw, you inspired my entry today

cheers
jzb

Sioux said...

Hopefully it's an unusually shaped scar in an interesting place, to make the conversation titillating...

grapeling said...

cure, or curse? ~

Fireblossom said...

The unblemished are unfinished and not very interesting. Still, it's impossible not to wish these things sometimes.

Marian said...

Yeah, I get this one. Wouldn't it be relieving to speculate on the origin of that scar instead of knowing from whence it came? Love this.

Jim said...

Amnesia, dementia. A fine line I guess. In a way I'm looking forward to those carefree days of youth again.
I have scars to talk about, wonder what I'll say?
I like this Mom Zee. Lovely, right up my ally.. I'll probably bark and meow at the cats that visit my window (hint, please visit my entry, even if it is late now).
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Brian Miller said...

psst....the scar is from the incision....ha...it would just about take a lobotomy to straighten my mind out...but Imagine all the bad things you could forget...

Susan said...

I don't know--the white gown sounds too institutional, And I fear the scars we don't already know...

Margaret said...

It really its almost a game for me, to come here and say to myself "her genius streak has GOT to falter sometime…" But once again, not today. This is amazingly clever!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

I love the way you used 'scar' here :)

Magaly Guerrero said...

You've made me smile. I never thought about it in this way. Brilliant.

M. A. S. said...

"Just a small scar for conversation." may be my favorite line, but I'm not sure. All the ways you describe a clean slate are are very visual and.. clean to me. Excellent.

blueoran said...

There's an alcoholic fantasy of getting up and moving somewhere where no one knows their name--to be that free of bum history. Here, not even the speaker knows her name. Amnesia as a shot of that good stuff, clean and pure, tweeting tidy whities to the impersonal breeze. Amen.

Susie Clevenger said...

"born again without the bruises" If only..great poem!

my heart's love songs said...

love the poem, MZ!