22 November 2012

This is How I Will Remember You


This is how I will remember you,
how I will recall you when I must someday,
astride the chair, ruddy cheeked. It's just this moment,
not another, that will echo you forever. You
know my spine stiffens when angry, fends you off,
so you reached out and touched my cheek. Just that. Knowing
gleaned from years together, decanted from our every day, suffused
in your bones with tenderness. That encrypted gesture,
vaulted past refusal, brought me you, not chined as
I expected, but tiptoed touch forged with covenant to
nudge memory of all we have and who we are. I
grieve my lack of heed, seek to encode that touch forever.

22 November 2012


This is in response to Sam's prompt for a Thanksgiving acrostic over at dVerse Poets Pub. He posted his wonderful memory/poem there as well. Because my Honey is in London, I miss him and realize the great gratitude I hold for the gift of him in my life. Happy Thanksgiving.

34 comments:

  1. awww...what beautiful love you have for each other...the little touch makes me smile...and sometimes when our ire up it makes all the difference....smiles...hope for a happy homecoming for you when he gets home...smiles.

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    1. We've had a lot of years to practice and mostly we get it right. He's a Honey.

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  2. this is just so beautiful and brims with love and tenderness...have a wonderful thanksgiving and hope he'll be back home soon...

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    1. Thanks, Claudia, I realize how blessed I am. Makes me grateful.

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  3. This touched me so deeply...not only the perfect sentiment, but also the exquisite poetic expression of it.

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    1. What a lovely thing to say- thank you.

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  4. It's the little things, the knowing so well enough to know the right touch, the right nod to help bring down the heat.
    This is a truly lovely poem.

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    1. Knowing the little things and then doing them. His doing them is why I love him.

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  5. You are indeed blessed. I do hope that you have many more memories, more to be made, that's for sure. :-)

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  6. nice job with the acrostic form and sharing of this special holiday sentiment with the blessed sense of touch.

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    1. Thank you. Your blog name made me smile since my granddaughter (age 6) tells me the knock, knock joke about orange you glad I didn't say banana regularly and laughs each time.

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  7. Very sweet, and not an obvious acrostic until you mentioned it.

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    1. I took my cues from Semaphore who posted the prompt and made his poem less obvious.

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  8. There are so many wonderful pieces to this poem, so many beautiful turns of phrase, and so subtle with the acrostic, exactly as I tried to do. Hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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    1. I liked how you did yours and took the inspiration. This poem has been percolating for a while and this prompt gave it a form that worked for what I wanted to say.

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  9. Oh, this is so beautiful! You are definitely blessed....and so is he!

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    1. I am blessed and John would say the same (in fact he did last night).

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  10. Very nice, seet. Lovely picture gardenlilie.com

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  11. Your poem is so tender and romantic, how he reaches out with a touch to connect you two.

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  12. I
    grieve my lack of heed, seek to encode that touch forever.

    What a cracking finish! Mind you, the poem was that good it deserved something really special - and it got it. Bravo!

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    1. It had many variations before this emerged, but I saw the word encode in my 'favorite verbs' notebook that I keep and new that was it.

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  13. Stunningly beautiful for the simple things it presents, simple truths hardly noted. Thanks for this.

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    1. Sono molto contento que ti piace questa poesia, Rosaria.

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  14. My Dearest Mary,
    I may not be able to express my love in such elegant poetry, but I love you (as our daughter used to say when she was a child) "all the way around my back, around the whole world"!

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  15. Dear Mar,
    This one made me cry. So grateful to have learned (and to have had such teachers, THANK YOU) to distill moments like these. I can see it so clearly. Your writing is a gift.

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    1. Thanks, Elisabeth. Your learning curve was more diificult than mine, methinks, but learn you have. I admire you.

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