Saturday, February 27, 2021

Crafting Memories

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


- for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #59: Love and Loss).

41 comments:

  1. This was moving Magaly — and wonderfully delicious!

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  2. I'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.

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    1. ...and you're so right, remembering can be heartbreaking. But forgetting would probably feel like letting them die over and over.

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  3. A beautifully poignant poem, Magaly. I especially love the lines:
    ‘…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.

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  4. Coconut milk with brown rice and pigeon peas.. sounds delicious!

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  5. OMG whd did yoh have to be so Caribbean pelau
    Yum

    Happy Sunday

    Much💗love

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  6. I gotta go put some on; there's so much I hafta remember to forget remembering.

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  7. This 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*

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    1. Love and sadness get along much better when they have something to dance to.

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  8. Music and food always help melancholic memories.

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  9. memories are what make us human.
    a poignant poem about love and loss.

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  10. Listening to Lord Huron reading this...pretty solid morning. Very cool poem.

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  11. What a touching write, Magaly. Thank heaven we have music!

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  12. Really moving. Sad and still a celebration of life's pleasures.

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  13. Music for memories. Without each we seem a much duller people.
    I'm glad you have the music in your ear and in your heart.

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  14. Music, yes, and the fragrance of comfort food cooking. Ah...

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    1. There is something magical about scents... that take us back.

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  15. Sad...there is no escaping the grief as you said...comfort food music and good memories help a bit.Hugs.

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  16. Sad and beautiful blend wonderfully here. Music and food (yummy) the perfect compliment.

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