not-quite Journaling, 30
On a walk, with the wind frosting my cheeks in biting kisses, I think, There’s so much to mourn in winter—no blooms luring butterflies, no birds singing about love or nests, no frolicking under warm sheets made of moonlight and need, no bees buzz… Then my thoughts spill into a glimpse of daffodils springing through a snow shroud that makes me feel, there’s much to celebrate in winter.
smile is written on my heart’s skin,
your voice tattooed inside my bones.
sculpted you eternal
into life and dream and ink…
With art and will, I remember you.
photo by K. Mitch Hodge on, Unsplash
2/16/2022: One of my dearest friends, who lost a loved one a year ago, told me how the loss still makes her burst into tears. I said to her, “The loss and pain never goes away. It changes, it even wanes from time to time… Then, you hear a song they loved, cook or taste food they loved, do something you loved doing together… and the pain tears your heart to bloodied pieces anew.” Still, anyone who has lost someone understands that this pain is the price we willingly pay to keep our dead alive (in memory).
Monstrous! some might
when they discover my love
for old bones and other dead things.
But not him… He notices the bright
natural dark spills into me, and he
turns skull collector to show his love
Piano Man found this beauty during a run. Instead of just picking it up and
bringing it to me, he marked the place… and then took me back to it (he didn’t
want me to miss Nature’s artful display). I’ll never forget the smile
that bathed his face, when he presented the gift… or how wonderful it always
feels to know that my love knows me.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #14: Monster Madness!
You are blessed, Magaly, with all who know and love you!ReplyDelete
I completely agree.Delete
Also, I'm so very grateful for it.Delete
Oh so true, what you said to your friend. All the parts of this post are wonderful. I particularly love the first poem.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rosemary.Delete
I echo Rosemarys comment. Your piano man is a real sweetie !ReplyDelete
Thank you! And I completely agree.Delete
Lovely flow through all parts of this post. I especially enjoyed the tale of the sharing of the found skull's location. ThanksReplyDelete
Thank you, Ron. So glad you enjoyed it.Delete
luv the first set, for its hope and celebrating just life
Have a good weekend, Magaly
Thank you, Gillena.Delete
You have really touched me with this post. You deep loving thoughts come so true for me. Have a wonderful day.ReplyDelete
And knowing that you feel the words, the thoughts... makes my day. So, thank you!Delete
Now that's love, taking you out to admire where all the good skulls are.ReplyDelete
Also, your friend is a lucky person. Thank you for the reminder.
I thought it was pretty awesome of him, too.Delete
And my friend and I are both rather lucky. I'm always telling her that.
Ahhh, what a keeper! I love that nature art too!ReplyDelete
I find the image of new spring flowers peeking through winter snow so breathtaking, but maybe it is because it doesn't snow here!
I shan't let him go. Hehehe.Delete
I think must of us find the sight of Nature reminding us that spring is coming breathtaking, especially after months of snow.
One of my favorite Magaly posts // from beginning to end. Early peeks inspire hope that Spring is indeed 'round the corner, found art fills the soul, the pain of loss never ends. It changes. Yes.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Helen. So glad you feel it so.Delete
Found art rocks. Seeing it always makes me think that the Universe knows we need a little pick me up, and decided to give it to us.
Your thoughtful piano man loves you so well.ReplyDelete
Yes, he does. And I adore him right back.Delete
I agree the pain of loss is always there, but we learn to cope.ReplyDelete
The cycle of life keeps turning.
All the best Jan
We certainly do, learn to cope... to remember... to live again...Delete
Occasionally I feel what you write of. My love surprised me one day with a book from my childhood. I probably already told you...like he NEVER goes to book stores! But isnt it really grand to know they know you? I love this ink.ReplyDelete
The best gifts are those that show just how much our loves know us and love us, aren't they?Delete
What beautiful words that strike a chord. Thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
Thank you for reading.Delete
"no frolicking under warm sheets made of moonlight and need"ReplyDelete
Gorgeous line, Magaly! Beautiful writing.
Thank you, Sara!Delete
There's something quite beautiful in bones, skulls. That photo is incredible. "Nature's artful display." So is the poem, and to have found someone that understands, you are blessed!ReplyDelete
Your words of loss and grief are beautiful as well, and so true. My husband died 17 years ago, yet there are thoughts that bring me to tears even now.
My grandmother died over 2 decades ago. And, like you with the memories of your husband, there are times when a scent or something someone says brings her to mind and... the weeping begins. The smiles, too.Delete
There is beauty in death, in what is left behind. Thoughts, feelings, memories, and bones.ReplyDelete