not-quite Journaling, 19
the
poetry:
Comfort
is playing hooky (again):
my left arm is swollen, my right
shoulder blade is throbbing, too many nerves in my back are pinching, and the
constellation of itchy blotches that is my skin suggests my immune system is finding foes where there are
none and insisting on fighting them all.
Nature
is feeling stormy (again): my
car drowned, fluid filth pressured my garage door until it popped, and the whole place smells like some swamp creature’s soiled socks.
Joy
is a tiny seed: it can be planted in soul and soil, it grows in my lover’s
arms, it spreads through shared moments and random laughter and caring hearts (like
yours).
happiness:
the
delight hearts feel
when
love smiles
and the
inspiration:
9/2/2021: Our garage
flooded. Our car drowned. But we’re well. And the sun is shining bright. So,
life is good.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #86: Mining the Journals, where we’re asked to “create a poem or story from a journal entry (or several).” Also linked
to the Writers’ Pantry #88: The Season Turns.
You do realise you are doing a great service for others? We read of your trials and instead of complaining about our own, we suddenly feel like counting our blessings. (Whaddya ya mean, that's no great consolation to you?)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, I'm glad you can find that tiny seed of joy, and nourish it, and remind the rest of us about it too. Long live you and your Piano Man, and may we all find reason to smile!
I think it's a great consolation. One of the things that I do, to keep from screaming "Why me!?", is keep an eye on the world. Yes, my life is a bit trickier than most. But looking at what others must endure reminds me that if they can do it, so can I (also, that it could always be worse).
DeleteAnd so mote it be!
DeleteHappy Birthday Piano Man. Magaly is a very lucky lady scoring looks as well as talent.Magaly, you will probably now be inondated with requests for duets with your piano man by pianistes. Take my advice...don't accept any under the age of 80...Lovely poem. Glad you are both OK
ReplyDeleteYou've made me laugh so hard, Rall. Thank you so much for that. And yes, I shall keep a close eye on any duet requests. 😁
DeleteWHAT FLOOD????? We haven't heard about this? Was it to do with Ida? We were told it hit Louisiana but after that nada. But oh the stories it must have fed your wicked mind as you watched for old ladies on bicycles pedalling frantically...if you had time with that cute guy smiling at you daily XXX
ReplyDeleteIda brought strange storms all over the east of the United States. We only got flooded, but some people lost their roofs (literally). For us, things are almost back to normal (minus a car, of course). But those who lost the most are still struggling.
DeleteYour last sentence has me grinning like a happy maniac.
Enjoyable visit, MG; I esp liked the opening haibun, Haibunilicious!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ron..
DeleteYou amaze me. Three words, a simple declaration. Sending you warm, healing, loving energy for today ~~ and every day thereafter.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, my sweetest Helen. And right back at you!
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ReplyDeleteOnly you, Magaly, could serve up a litany of flood and smelly garage and yet end your post with tales of seeds and sunshine, happy birthday for your handsome Piano Man, and a walk enjoying nature! You are so special!
If we can still breathe (and see the smile of those we love), the rest will work itself out.
DeleteHappy Birthday to your PianoMan.
ReplyDeleteContinue to cultivate tiny seeds of hope and joy in your life Magaly.
Much💖love
Thank you, Gillena. And I shall!
DeleteThat's a bummer about the flooded garage! Is your car salvageable? And Happy Birthday to your Piano Man!
ReplyDeleteMy car was a total loss. The insurance payed us the market value. We are thinking about waiting some time before getting another car.
DeletePlaying alongside the one you love makes for the most joyful seeds, especially when there's fertilizer as far as the eye can see. Sorry about your car. I'll hold a moment of silence in his honor.
ReplyDeleteYou say it so well!
DeleteAnd thank you so much for thinking of good old Perlo.
Birthday wishes to your Piano Man! Love the celebratory tone of your post, despite health and flooding woes. May life continue to be good!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Khaya.
DeleteYour Piano Man has a special place in the journal writer's heart, yours. I loved reading about "the shoulder blade (is) throbbing", that must be very worrisome. Happy birthday late, P.M.
ReplyDeleteI guess if my wife would write about my BDays, most years she would be telling of me talking of running away. Some years I do but she always comes with me. In 1970 we came to NYC, our daughter was running the NYC Marathon. We rode the subways from Times Square to five different locations, each time we were waiting to wave her on. The 5th stop was in Harlem, I will never forget the ladies standing on the church steps singing to cheer the runners on. Then we walked over to Central Park where the finish line was.
The day before we rode the fairy to the Statue of Liberty, then walked back from Battery Park to Grand Central Station for my birthday dinner underground. The day when we were back was a stress test for me. The para med monitoring the test stopped it before I was to finish and said that I should see her cardiologist. And the doctor called me the next morning waking me up, saying that he had an appointment for me later in the day. That likely was the beginning of my end, like my SIL who died today of a heart attack. But the next day was Halloween and we walked then also, over to Greenwich Village to watch the evening parade.
Sorry for the TMI, but that should be in my journal also.
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Visiting NYC can be both exciting and stressful. It sounds to me like you can write a whole novel about it.
DeleteBrilliant start for me Magaly - a beautifully balanced write and such truth here - Joyous! Thank you...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Scott.
DeleteLove is all one needs!!
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DeleteHappy belated birthday to PianoMan, who is incredible inspiration indeed. Thank you Magaly for sharing your heart with us, so openly
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome, Naledi.
DeleteA slice of life birthday pie. I admire your lean into love and sunshine.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Colleen.
Deletei loved the haibun. despite all the bad stuff happening, there is still so much joy in the world.
ReplyDeleteand yes, happy birthday to your Piano Man! :)
Finding the seemingly small good, I think, tends to keep us from losing our cool when facing the big bad.
DeleteBest wishes for you and your car. At least you still managed to have a good week!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Graham. The car is gone, but we're here. And that is good.
DeleteYour piano man has a nice smile. And nothing delights the heart like one of those. Thanks!!!
ReplyDeleteSo true!
DeleteI love Joy is a seed. So much can be planted with even just a smile and now I am smiling too. The car flooding, not so joyous, but recoverable. Happy Birthday to your Piano man! And what a gorgeous sunflower!!
ReplyDeleteMay we all find that seed!
DeleteThank you for sharing. <3
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome.
DeleteHappy Birthday to your man!!! Love the photo! So sorry about your car!! Gorgeous flower!! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteI shall give him the message.
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