Our Memory Remains (or should)

Let’s celebrate freedom, you say. And I rage and rage and rage… and wail. I reach for the word—free—and the fingertips of my left hand almost touch the fringes of a cloak… before the torn fabric of how things should be gets lost in mayhem made of your wind and the reality storming over the unlucky many.

Let’s feast, you say, firework the heavens for a night. Yester-days are gone, grab today. And I search and search and search… and weep. I reach for answers in your eyes, and see that time suppressed terrors and common sense, but memory remains.

freedom is real
only when enjoyed by all,
let us remember

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the wee notes…
– This haibun was partly inspired by this blackout poem.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

47 thoughts on “Our Memory Remains (or should)

  1. Sadly, Magaly, for too many people, the words freedom and liberty, are lost to them. For which, I can speak from personal experience, as a transwoman and having spent time, in a woman’s homeless, a decade ago. One day, I hope these negative stereotypes are retired to the place, they belong, a long forgotten dusty history book. One finds, in an obscure bookstore. No one buys.

  2. Freedom is a word that no longer holds any meaning to me. One man’s freedom is another man’s prison. Same with “rights”. I don’t believe in the “Utopian” vision, it doesn’t seem to fit with “free will”. *gah that all sounds so down, but only mean to be real* XXX

    • Not a guarantee at all. And it’s so saddening (and maddening) when some of us pretend that freedom is always there if a person just try hard enough. Privilege can be such a blinder.

  3. So true, written with such passion! I am not feeling optimistic this year about where we are headed. It seems like we are trying to stop an asphalt truck from paving over us.

  4. I have a lot of mixed feelings about this national experiment. I mean, the founding values seem there – it’s just that we are taking a long, long time to bring them into reality, right?

    But I don’t know. Slavery, genocide, and treating women like 2nd class citizens are pretty deeply embedded into the system. The system was built on them.

    And I’m not sure we’ve entirely learned from our dark past.

  5. freedom is real
    only when enjoyed by all,
    let us remember………….Oh, this is so true and sadly deprived for so many. When will it ever stop?

  6. I’ve missed your pithy passion the past few weeks, Magaly, so this is a good poem to come back to. I love the phrases: ‘the fingertips of my left hand almost touch the fringes of a cloak… before the torn fabric of how things should be gets lost in mayhem made of your wind’ and ‘firework the heavens for a night’.

  7. Magaly..your writing always hits me like a beautiful hurricane..this poem held such a pulsing surge of deep energy and emotion…powerful!
    Shining lots of love to you and my American friends !

  8. Rosemary and Stone. A poem in itself. The tasteful, useful, rosemary paired with the hardened, never to change stone. Where is the freedom for both? As the raven quotes, “nevermore”. 🙁

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