Rinsing the hair upside down
All the scientists got it wrong:
The old memories don¡¯t get lost
Or forgot, or buried away
They simply vaporized into the air
Into tiny little particles
Unrecognizable by naked eyes
People call it D¨¦j¨¤ vu
When one day they rest on your skin
Then melt on it
Then disappear into the pores
Then it is all coming back, back to you
Like the touch and smell of
The huge wool coat that covers you
When you wake up in the dark
Disoriented, listening quietly, trying
To make out the vague
Conversations from the distance
Like the touch and smell of
Baby¡¯s wet hair soaked in shampoo
When you lift her upside down
For a split second it startles you
For a split second the channel of time
Opened, and you step across
But you wouldn¡¯t know that
Just like you wouldn¡¯t know the spot
That tickles a moment ago is not the soap bubbles
It is all the old memories
Just seeping through
- Re: Rinsing the hair upside down --- a late poem for mother's dayposted on 05/10/2005
Read it second time today. Understand better. I am glad you have such subtle memories about your mom, as I almost have none. - Re: Rinsing the hair upside down --- a late poem for mother's dayposted on 05/10/2005
Not an easy one to read. - Re: Rinsing the hair upside down --- a late poem for mother's dayposted on 05/11/2005
Thanks Adagio and Star-gazer for reading it, I will write a very easy-to-read one next time. :-) - Re: Rinsing the hair upside down --- a late poem for mother's dayposted on 05/11/2005
This poem is so beautifully written. - Re: Rinsing the hair upside down --- a late poem for mother's dayposted on 05/11/2005
Why, thank you, thank you (bowing). I feel very grateful whenever people read my stuff. :-)
ingenue wrote:
This poem is so beautifully written.
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