Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Past



Ice cube under my tongue,
I close my eyes
not to savor
but to remember.
Ice cubes filled my belly,
drowning the sound of hunger.
Isolation,
thoughts unraveled
like threads undone.
Shackled by yesterday
a prisoner of the past.
Searing pain,
I close my eyes to remember.




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38 comments:

  1. Brian MillerAugust 20, 2013 at 8:41 AM

    wow. evocative....the ice cubes as a relief for the hunger, for the pain....the isolation and being captured....honestly, i would love to know the back story on this one ayala...

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  2. Pat HattAugust 20, 2013 at 9:58 AM

    The cat lies to play with them, but pain they never cause, such a pause

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  3. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriAugust 20, 2013 at 12:20 PM

    Powerful. The image of the ice cube stays with you. Like Brian, I am also curious to know what inspired this verse.

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  4. kelvin s.m.August 20, 2013 at 12:38 PM

    ...and we hope in remembering the past we may find the reason to move on... we can't move on when we can't free ourselves from the cage we create & continualy create thus in the end we'll always be loser... smiles... hope you're ok Ayala...

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  5. UnknownAugust 20, 2013 at 1:01 PM

    Very powerful.

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  6. Myrna R.August 20, 2013 at 1:03 PM

    This intrigues me. Makes me wonder what caused such sadness and why you'd want to remember it. Perhaps because you want to avoid repeating it? Hope all is well.

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  7. Steve KingAugust 20, 2013 at 1:36 PM

    Ayala,
    I think the intrigue of not knowing what's at the bottom of this makes it all the more appealing. It's universal. Nice job.

    Steve

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  8. colleenAugust 20, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    Good use of ice cubes in the belly ... makes me cringe.

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  9. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerAugust 20, 2013 at 3:41 PM

    Beautiful ---and I think I might be right there with you today

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  10. AnonymousAugust 20, 2013 at 4:06 PM

    There's pain and darkness in this piece that's unusual from your pen, Ayala. Reading it literally made me shiver ...

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  11. Laurie KolpAugust 20, 2013 at 5:15 PM

    So poignant, moving.

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  12. ScarletAugust 20, 2013 at 6:43 PM

    Very sad & poignant Ayala ~ Those ice cubes in the belly are telling ~ Very well done ~

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  13. MaryAugust 20, 2013 at 7:23 PM

    And what a memory! (And a well written poem!)

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  14. TruedessaAugust 20, 2013 at 8:23 PM

    I can feel the current of sadness a powerful write as memories surface.

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  15. UnknownAugust 20, 2013 at 8:55 PM

    The depth of sadness and the correlation of ice to the memory intrigue this reader, Ayala. A clever device, this.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/08/20/transformation-2/

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  16. AnonymousAugust 20, 2013 at 9:08 PM

    love this!!

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  17. mrs mediocrityAugust 20, 2013 at 9:55 PM

    This is heart-wrenching and very intense. For me, the ice cubes brought me back to the birth of my son, a day spent with nothing but ice chips and pain. But I sense something else beneath your words. xoxo

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  18. steveroniAugust 20, 2013 at 10:04 PM

    ISOLATION--Oh YEAH!

    Ayala, interesting and true: to better "see" the past, close my eyes. To let it BE in the past (and done and gone), OPEN eyes--to the delicious present!

    Your words speak it GOOOD!
    PEACE and LIGHT!

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  19. ClaudiaAugust 21, 2013 at 12:21 AM

    the cold of the cubes to remember the past...sounds painful.. wow...intensely written ayala

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  20. AnonymousAugust 21, 2013 at 1:19 AM

    An interesting departure for you, A...like the imagry much...and like the others, curious about the back story. Very good write! ~jackie~

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  21. kaykualaAugust 21, 2013 at 5:39 AM

    Ice cubes have that sudden feel and numbness. It sounds the pain literally through the touch, Beautifully expressed ayala!

    Hank

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  22. brudbergAugust 21, 2013 at 8:28 AM

    Oh this is great and sad taken both literal and as metaphor something else... ice-cubes as pain... and remember past pangs of hunger...

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  23. SaravAugust 21, 2013 at 8:42 AM

    Ayala, I really love how you surprise the reader in this poem--not to savor, but to remember--ice cubes on an empty stomach--a visceral pain, well done :-)

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  24. Mike SutcliffeAugust 21, 2013 at 8:44 AM

    I could feel the tortured pain in every memory ~ a very powerful and slightly sad poem ~ thank you.

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  25. Dorianna Ric (paintswithwords)August 21, 2013 at 8:55 AM

    nicely done..find myself experiencing the pangs of loneliness and hunger as I read and wondering at the memories, as I remember my own tortured past.

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  26. AnonymousAugust 21, 2013 at 10:30 AM

    thoughts unravel like threads undone - beautiful lines in a searing poem - wonderfully written - K

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  27. WolfsrosebudAugust 21, 2013 at 11:46 AM

    loved the contrast in your words... would never thought of using ice for hunger

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  28. WolfsrosebudAugust 21, 2013 at 11:46 AM

    loved the contrast in your words... would never thought of using ice for hunger

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  29. grapelingAugust 21, 2013 at 1:11 PM

    sad and lovely, Ayala

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  30. ed pilollaAugust 22, 2013 at 12:49 AM

    this is searing itself. intense and engaging.

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  31. AnonymousAugust 22, 2013 at 12:01 PM

    I can feel your pain here, Ayala, like ice on a sore tooth: deep and searing.

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  32. flaubertAugust 22, 2013 at 8:39 PM

    Some memories do that to us, Ayala. Once they take hold it is hard not to think about them. Evocative piece.

    Pamela

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  33. AmeenaAugust 23, 2013 at 9:49 AM

    Very sad but amazing too...evocative (stealing that from Flaubert) is exactly right!

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  34. Other MaryAugust 23, 2013 at 11:06 AM

    Beautifully expressed. Painful, yet important to remember.

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  35. Beth WinterAugust 23, 2013 at 9:57 PM

    Painful but thank goodness that now you can open your eyes. Beautiful

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  36. TALONAugust 23, 2013 at 11:24 PM

    Oh, ayala, this is touching and sad and beautiful. All wrapped up.

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  37. Celestial DreamzAugust 24, 2013 at 10:24 PM

    so touching ... so deep ... a beautiful expression, dear.

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  38. Amrit SinhaSeptember 2, 2013 at 12:19 PM

    We remember pain ... it made us what we are today.

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