Friday, March 5, 2021

Love Understands

not-quite Journaling, 7

Were I snow, I would fall on you
gently—caressing, coating…
warming winter-kissed limbs
until spring blossoms.

2/18/21: A video of the snow falling, here.

 

when your fingers play
silent concerts on my spine,
my hips sing shivers

2/20/21: Written on upcycled tea bag paper during one of my forever reviled no coffee years, after one of my Piano Man’s yummy back rubs. They do say that pianists can do magic with their fingers. It seems they can inspire poetry, too.

 

Love understands
wild, weird, and me.

2/20/21: If I had the chance to craft this poem bit anew, I would probably include the word “My” to the beginning of the piece. “My love understands / wild, weird, and me” sounds more personal. The “My” also adds duality to the poem’s meaning, leaving the reader to decide if the speaker is referring to how they love someone or how someone loves them. Language is magic, isn’t it?

 

2/27/21: Crafting Memories”, because the end of February tends to be a difficult time for me. The 28th the is anniversary of my little brother’s death, so my heart is heavy—8 years feel like no time at all when it comes to loss. I miss him (and my heart hurts) like if the accident that claimed his life had just happened.

 

exhausted,
amaryllis blooms
a red yawn

3/3/2021: Also, she looks like Audrey II... with more interesting teeth.

 

Some days I am grateful
for all things, most days
just for you.

 3/5/2021: The world is full of people and circumstances terrible enough to make most of us wonder, what’s the point? Then we are touched (in a totally non-creepy way *cough*) by individuals so incredibly wonderful that we can’t believe we ever even considered the “what’s the point” question. Today, take a moment to tell someone just how glad you are to have them in your life—I, for instance, am both happy and grateful to have you to share my ink and thoughts and feels… (especially these last couple of weeks, when the anniversary of my little brother’s death hit me harder than I ever thought possible). So, thank you.

- for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #60: What Got You Started?).

33 comments:

  1. It’s early morning in Bend, your poetry launched my day in a beautiful way. The sadness, love, images, beauty ~~~ thank you.

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    1. I am so glad for the bountifulness.

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    2. And for the love, too, I am always grateful for the love.

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  2. “Were I snow, I would fall on you
    gently ...” That is gorgeous.

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  3. Each segment in this post is beautiful, and the whole adds up to much love – a joy to read, even through fellow-feeling for the sorrow.

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  4. Oh Magaly what a deep and beautiful words. Especially love the first 3 ittle poems Just gorgeous.
    So sorry to hear about your brother Take care
    The last one 3/5 is very wise and inspiring. I feel honoured to participate sometimes with incredible people like you :)

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  5. How beautifully you express your feelings here Magaly. Your poetry is unique, great to read and clearly honest. Every visit to read your work is a treat.

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  6. A touching love poem, Magaly, and I love the murmuring sounds and alliteration in ‘warming winter-kissed limbs’. I enjoyed reading your notes about reworking your poem and agree about added duality. I’m so sorry about your little brother and hope you survived the anniversary. Your amaryllis’s big red yawn will give you some joy.

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    1. Thank you, Kim. And I did survive--again--even if it took me a bit longer than usual. And you are so right about my amaryllis.

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  7. I've come to love your not-quite Journaling. And this February installment is achingly beautiful with the mix of delicate and heartfelt emotions. And yes, sharing ink and thoughts and feels with others makes it all worth it. Be well, Maga!

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    1. Thank you so much, Khaya. I hope you are well too.

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  8. The common thread in Rosemary's Sunday offering was magic and the thread here is love. I can't think of a better way to start a Sunday with words of magic and love, and that despite the eventual price, love is worth it.

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  9. Luv the poem and video of snow falling. Luv the sweet romance between You and Your Puano man. Always, I'm a romantic at heart.

    Happy Sunday

    Much💜love

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  10. So much poetry here that starts with the surprising twist of you falling as snow. I love the surprises and the twists like that and also the sharing of heart.

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  11. Great stuff, MG. I love it all, but my fave is: "when your fingers play/
    silent concerts on my spine,/ my hips sing shivers"

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  12. i thank you for the lovely poetry and thoughts you shared with us. deeply funny, sad, joyous and poignant, the writings have always been a treat for us..

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  13. I love your winter words and your Piano Man’s yummy back rubs! Truly grateful for you! I'm sending you a BIG HUG!!!!

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  14. So much beauty in these rememberances. I am grateful you make the effort to share them with us XXX

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    1. Sharing spreads memories... So, I am grateful that you are here to read them...

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