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Click hereGrainy footage on at ten,
After Mythbusters,
Auschwitz, Buchenwald on display
Proof of atrocities we said we’d remember
As BBC tells of new holocausts we ignore.
Is that footage our only way?
Can we remember pain, suffering,
Sorrow without sepia tones?
The stories we share at night,
Mother and daughter compare notes,
Events from years past
No footage
No proof
We remember.
The screams and the stomps
Two men full of anger
Husband, father, son, brother
Vowing never to forget
Never to repeat.
As I lay here at night,
Wrapped in the arms of love,
The man of my future,
I dream of what lies ahead
In vibrant color,
My memories tinged with sepia.
Despite the subdued tone the materials of memory which are both the subject of the poem and its building blocks are very provocative. The frame of reference is the most extremer which could come to mind. On the other hand there are enough traumas to go around - in personal life. Do we remember those things differently? As present moves to past does it all become:"a document" regardless of its forum the public area or the personal. It leaves a lot to process, and as I said the comparison to the memories or the worst atrocities left me unsettled, as if highly volatile material was loaded in front of me but maybe was not fully processed.
i mentioned this submission in the new poem review thread in the Poetry Forum. please feel free to come along and join in with other poets. the 50% rating is so that it does not affect future ratings. - wildsweetone