Interesting to me personally -- just today someone said to me if only someone would say something he didn't already know. Not out of hubris, really. We're not talking about someone's reciting the periodic table of elements, or the subtle mating patterns of little-known deepwater fishes, or the how-to's of brain surgery -- but life lessons, right? I was struck by this title, ( -- I mean amnesia is a not-knowing, a forgetting, so liquid or solid --- it makes you think, I'm thinking about it now, what a clever phrase -- how can amnesia be either? and then there is the closing.) Good going. I sense from this short poem a resignation and ennui, a malaise that I often feel, myself. Sometimes I think we live too long, sometimes I think just the opposite. Maybe the answer IS to delve into the concrete, you know? Something to take the mind off its circular ruminations. Anyway, thank you, Dawn.

The light of truth shines within this. I also wrote about this in the poem, “The Crutch of Destruction.” You express so easily in so few words. I admire your talent.

Ed

Alcoholism is a leathal disease, never a choice
it truely is a depletion of ones soul & life
I have seen what it can do to the person inflicted with it, and also the families. It's a dreadful thing.
Interventions are Poetic Salvations written within "Liquid Amnesia" expressing deep emotions...
Wonderful Poem About Reality of Alcohol
Peace, Love & Poetry To You Den Sister
Vickie

.....just a little something to help ease the pain... oh so often said inside ones own head and all the while we know it isn't true, can't be trusted, but it's so easy to imbibe. Excellent poem and a joy to read.
Cheers J'nia

Awesome expression of such deep emotions. You show us the pain with such power. Liz

Dawn,
You paint a poignant picture. Exceptional emotion expressed for such a short piece. Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Dawn, I loved the way you did the last three lines.
I'm always impressed at the amount of feeling you pack into a few words.

This is excellent, Dawn, some of your best. This touches a place in my life, hard times with my brother and his problem like this, it really touched me.

A well penned poetic piece dawn
Peace be with you

William

Powerful and I feel that same way
in the morning when my feet hit the floor,
finding that there's always something I don't know
but there isn't always someone to tell me ;)
until of course I log in here at AD

Excellent work Dawn!!

Love Tinka

Nice work Dawn...you always capture those moment that float within the mind...those times when one is left within the atmosphere of thought, wondering...this one leaves that same thought just like the amnesia you speak of...

nice...

Art Sun...

A belief that is sorrowful...for there is not a pain that a drink won't make worse. Excellent incite, I love your words. Thank you. Carin'

Another AWESOME WRITE, Miss Dawn! So beautifully worded and expressed! Crystal clear! HUGS! SC

truth, depth and heartbreaking.

Powerfully penned poignancy, reality for far too many: you say so much with few words: well done, Dawn. Merry Christmas!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

"something to ease the pain". Wonder how many people do this same thing nightly? A sad but interesting write.

'Memories- so close, yet so far'.... Beautiful, very beautiful!!!!! Liana Margiva

Again, Dawn, the writing is superb. I admire your talent to
say so much in so few words. As with so many others who have
spoken, this one hits home with me. -gene.

Wooow I'm glad i dint missed reading this beautiful piece
Very sad write it touch me deeply
Truly beautiful although its very sad but
A true realism your ending brought tears to my eyes
my son often wakes up pondering his BY-Polar
Outstanding Write!!
Wishing you Peace Love and Light and a
Very Merry Christmas...Hugssss...Morning Star

Your poem is full of depth...as usual.
Cryssa

Funny, I have already said this today in review, but it also seems appropriate here: the mind, no matter how vulnerable, can not do negatives: we can't remember to forget, however much the bottle may tell us otherwise. Powerful, Dawn, and I suspect many of us here have personal experiences of this pain, one way or another. xx

A lot of sadness and dejection wrapped up in so few lines, and sadly I can also feel what he feels, perhaps we all can at times.

hugs
fee

Dawn - Sad poem that touches those who know someone who suffers from "Liquid Amnesia" and most of us do.

The saddest lines to me and truest are:

he ponders their words, wishing someone would tell him

something –

anything –

he didn’t already know.

Oh my friend this is a painful one...your write rips at the heart for those that turn to alcohol and get lost. This is one painful but fantastic expression of the life given by liquids that shut down the brain. Love and many hugs, Love, Bonnie

So very sad, Dawn.

I don't know about 'him' but will tell you something you don't already know; this is a brilliant patch of words revealing much of what we all ask, and we don't have to be in trouble for it to come to the surface. Excellent writing. - Bill

Meomories are gifts that we get to hold onto,,,but now that I read this it really hits home to imagine this gift taken away...we sure can not take a day for granted..I think of all the people suffeing of Alzheimers.
Dawn, Merry Christmas, how special with your new bundle of joy!
love,
Christine

I lived with this for 25 years, my ex husband was an alcoholic. So many times he would not remember the things he did the night before, and thought we were all crazy that he couldn't be the one that we were talking about. It is a very tough life. Unfortunately, he still takes his liquid amnesia.
Amazing poem, and a subject that many can relate to.
Many blessings dear friend,
peace, love, and light and happy holidays!
Oh and have a wonderful time in Spain!
Adios,
Amber "V"

Mmm ... in mid sentence he mentions something about someone and her name is just not there ... an empty place where a label used to be ... and someone who is almost familiar leans over and kisses his cheek ... and he does not know ... and it is a lot similar to the deep fuzz of being drunk (for some) where memories simply refuse to be. Nice work, Dawn :-)

Ted

People with disturbed minds often suffer from memory loss and your poetry shows this verý vividly. Great work and a unique link between poetry and science.