AN ACT OF REMEMBRANCE

AN ACT OF REMEMBRANCE

 

The contours of my face are located

with each river droplet,

running to the edge of a jawline cliff

and free-falling

 

into a bristled forest towel

wrapped tightly

around nakedness.

 

I think I cry when I’m naked

like springtime earth

because frozen concepts

eventually thaw   

to reveal flesh --

 

an act of remembrance.

 

Convinced I was a lonely

human

until sorrow spilled onto cheek crests,

and I felt my topography,

as if blind mountaineering,

and not seeing myself,

but feeling

a self

via human landscape.

 

I found, in the contours of my face,

the surface of the world,

nothing less and nothing more:

 

an act of remembrance.

3/25/19 - CT

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay, wow...especially like the fifth stanza.
When we cry, we feel...and when we have showered, are naked with no mask, nothing to cover our words...honesty from the poet...the tears mix with the beads of water on the naked pen.
We remember those we love and write of them, until we can't tell the sorrow from ourselves.
beautiful work...
j.

[Beingofwords (Christine)]

Your review and sharing of the experience this piece provided for you, as the reader, means a lot to me. Thank you! Many opportunities for tears dripping down onto the 'naked pen' during these times..

[Ankita Dwivedi]

you have real talent .The way you dressed the words like a weapon and it left me amused in the head."WE ARE ALL LIARS BECAUSE WE KEEP SECRETS FROM OUR SOUL" i am new .Please check my work and let me know what yoy think .

[Neville]

I have already lost count of the times I have read these words... I am sure they will be re-visited time and time again.. well penned my friend & certainly deserving of the full marks awarded..

Neville

[Lydia Shutter]

When we cry, we are finally honest with ourselves. We reveal all the pain, the hurt, the love in our hearts. When we know ourselves through and through, we can have good relationships with others. Very emotional write. Lydi*