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Colleen Pendry
Poetry
"A feeling of bliss encircled my being, to have watched and observed without really seeing." - in memory of my mother Joan C. Topham Mccurdy
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I ask myself, how do we remember? A face, a song, a verse, a single word, a smell, a taste, a space, a color? An iteration of all the senses perhaps? And what are the tangible things we hold so dear when experiencing the euphoria and harshness of reminiscence? A stained photo, a tattered poem, a trinket?
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She knew
How to squeeze a dollar from a dime
And how to keep safe the memories
Wrapped in barbed wire
She knew
How to carve out a verse
And how to dance
An insatiable disobedience
She knew
About love
And yellow wallpaper
Behind closed doors
She knew
How to bleed
But less about mending
Scar tissue
Forensics
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