Wails
are absent,
today.
There’s Bachata music,
and
gentle torrents of stubborn tears
gloss
my grin--I always
grin
on
February’s end,
when
echoes of your voice season
all my
thoughts,
when
coconut milk simmers
with
brown rice and pigeon peas
under
a bed of fresh plantain leaves
(because
tastes and sounds matter
when
crafting memories of gone love
back
to life).
Wails
are absent, but there is music.
photo by Dave Weatherall, on Unsplash
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for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #59: Love and Loss).
This was moving Magaly — and wonderfully delicious!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rob.
DeleteI'm glad you have the music, and other ways to craft those memories back to life! It's poignant, bitter-sweet, to remember – and yet far better than it would be to forget.
ReplyDeleteBittersweet, indeed...
Delete...and you're so right, remembering can be heartbreaking. But forgetting would probably feel like letting them die over and over.
DeleteA beautifully poignant poem, Magaly. I especially love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘…I always
grin
on February’s end,
when echoes of your voice season
all my thoughts’ –
I’m like that at the end of January.
I also love the thought that
‘…tastes and sounds matter
when crafting memories of gone love
back to life’
and, of course, music.
Thank you, Kim.
DeleteWell music always helps.
ReplyDeleteThat it does...
DeleteXXX
ReplyDelete🖤❤️🖤
DeleteCoconut milk with brown rice and pigeon peas.. sounds delicious!
ReplyDeleteEvery time. :-)
DeleteOMG whd did yoh have to be so Caribbean pelau
ReplyDeleteYum
Happy Sunday
Much💗love
I can't help it, lol!
DeleteI gotta go put some on; there's so much I hafta remember to forget remembering.
ReplyDeleteClever.
DeleteThis is such a raw and moving piece, expressing the depth of both love and sadness, and how they learn to coexist after loss. Food and music seem like the perfect way to hold his memory a little bit closer today. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteLove and sadness get along much better when they have something to dance to.
DeleteMusic and food always help melancholic memories.
ReplyDeleteSo very true.
Deletememories are what make us human.
ReplyDeletea poignant poem about love and loss.
Indeed...
DeleteListening to Lord Huron reading this...pretty solid morning. Very cool poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteWhat a touching write, Magaly. Thank heaven we have music!
ReplyDeleteIndeed!
DeleteReally moving. Sad and still a celebration of life's pleasures.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Colleen.
DeleteMusic for memories. Without each we seem a much duller people.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have the music in your ear and in your heart.
I completely agree, Joel.
DeleteMusic, yes, and the fragrance of comfort food cooking. Ah...
ReplyDeleteThere is something magical about scents... that take us back.
DeleteSad...there is no escaping the grief as you said...comfort food music and good memories help a bit.Hugs.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rall.
Delete(HUGS)❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you, Khaya. 🖤
DeleteSad and beautiful blend wonderfully here. Music and food (yummy) the perfect compliment.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen.
DeleteSending you a BIG HUG!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, my sweet Stacy!
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