I Forgot to Remember

“How strange the mind is…how it shrouds from itself some of its darker capacities.” Ashley Bell, Dean Koontz

He
said he was
infatuated
with my words
and I forgot
to remember
that infatuation
doesn’t last;
through the magic of
unremembering
I found love
that was lost
as easily as
it had been found.This poem came to me while I slept, I woke in the middle of the night and wrote the words on the notebook I keep in bed beside me. I’m currently reading Ashley Bell by Dean Koontz and the main character learned this trick from her grandfather. The trick helps her forget unpleasant memories, but in the story she must remember again in order to understand the power of the mind and imagination. The protagonist is a writer so imagination is especially important to her, but she learns that through the power of thinking she’s able to conjure up things and people. It’s a truly interesting story, of course because it’s Dean Koontz. I may go back and read parts of it again because I believe I missed some things. And while this is not one of those books that you purposely read slowly — are you kidding? I’ve been staying up late at night trying to get through the book to find out what’s going to happen– there are many profound truths hidden within the lines of this book.

One of my favorite quotes from the book: “…fiction could be a search engine with which you find elusive truths and peel them layer by layer, especially those truths that writers of nonfiction rarely if ever considered, either because they did not believe such truths existed or because they did not want them to exist.”

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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