Nails hammered to leather soles
striking the Cobblestone
Screaming in the Wooden silence
of those Black and Silver days
I heard them Go
Such a Tuning Fork, that resonance
is the Background of my life
the Tapestry of Noise against which
all else Echoes
Muttering incessantly I cannot die
hold on, lest the Memory fade
in the race to Forget
I am the Wave Length of those buildings
that are no longer
I am a Frequency to those who come
revisit the places of horror
we dare not Ignore
I resonate Relentless, such ghost pains
for those who will listen, remember
and Keep Living
For those who deny, won’t hear
I drive them to Tone Madness
I, I am Sound Memory.
Art Work by Yaron Rosner
Thank you Kiki, courageous, generous one.
Thank you Paula, deep bow to you to whom those 2 adjectives completely apply, thank you.
Wow — I think of visual, olfactory, tactile and gustatory senses as strong evokers of past memories. What a brilliant reminder of the power of sound as a sensory link to our past. xoxo
Merci ma très Claire! It was deafening to me.
Powerful, Kiki. You found a resonant way in to a tough subject.
Oddly it felt like it had found me, I was awed and overwhelmed at once.
Tu es pour moi :” Words Memory ” pour des passes que j’ai vecus ,sentis,et reinventes grace a toi ! Alors encore cette fois :merci!
Chère Suzanne, parfois je pense que j’écris pour toi, sans le savoir pourtant; ton commentaire est pour moi une preuve que je n’invente rien, que ce que j’ai ressentis dans ces rues à Berlin est réel, même si je ne l’ai pas directement vécu, car les survivants comme toi me le confirme, alors à moi de te dire encore cette fois: merci Suzanne.
Poignant my dear friend….your poem evokes a thousand sensations…..
Merci Andrea, il doit y avoir tant de resonances où tu vis… xxix
Love❤️
Sharon! xoxox
Dear Kiki – Your poem touched and moved me deeply. The imagery is so poignant that opened my mind in a thousand directions. I turn my back on the curse of memories of untold horrors only to find myself with my eyes and heart still open. I see my father and my father’s father looking through me with awe at what they never even dreamt of dreaming, quenching the embers with purpose and renewed life. Kiki – keep on dreaming and being an inspiration to all of us.
Thank you.
What a beautiful image that of your forefathers looking through you, I see them Ignacio, I do, thank you!
“Screaming in the wooden silence” is a powerful (auditory and visual) image… I love this one, so true how sound echoes and resonates within us. Keen triggers.