Tag: memory
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Where Love Was Known
Where love was known, the light stayed long, the walls remembered every song. The table held our laughter near, and even silence felt sincere. Where love was known, the nights were kind, no lonely shadows crossed the mind. A simple touch could quiet pain, and hope would bloom like summer rain. Where love was known,…
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The Smell of Brown
Brown smells like memory.Not the kindyou keep in photographs,but the kindthat lives in your handslong after you’ve washed them,that rises without warningwhen rain strikes old woodor autumn beginsits slow conversationwith the earth.Brown smells like dead leaves.Not dying—dead.Curled into themselves,soft with surrender,becoming the dark languageroots have always understood.Brown smells like bark,its rough skin carryingthe patience of…
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Pinched Off the Block
For Susan Sue stands at her kitchen counter,cutting a piece of cheddarfrom the block she keeps there—not cold from the refrigerator,but soft beneath the knife,warm enough to releaseits sharp, familiar scent.She lifts it to her mouth,and before she can finish chewing,the kitchen fades.She is a little girl againin the early seventies,standing beside Mydaddyon the front…
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The Smell of Green
Green smells like coming home.Like fresh-cut grassclinging to Daddy’s work clothes,to the bottom of his boots,to the quiet pridehe carried through the back doorbefore he carried himself.The whole house knewhe was homebefore it heard his voice.Green smells like that.Green smells like collard greenssimmering slowwith hammocksa whisper of smoke,filling every roomuntil hunger itselfbegins to soften.Like cabbagemeeting…
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The Smell of Orange
Orange smells like citrusbursting from a freshly peeled orange,tiny drops of juice sparkling in the airbefore the first sweet bite.It smells like pumpkinsresting in autumn fields,their earthy scent mixingwith cool October breezesand crunchy leaves beneath your feet.Orange is the smellof cinnamon and clovesswirling through warm pumpkin pie,of toasted marshmallowsand glowing campfireson crisp fall evenings.It smells…
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The Smell of Red
Red smells like strawberrieswarming beneath the summer sun,their sweet fragrance floating through the gardenwhile bees hum from flower to flower.It smells like crisp applesfresh from the orchard,their cool, juicy scentbursting with every bite.Red is the smell of roses,soft petals opening at dawn,their perfume drifting on the breezelike a quiet song.It smells like cinnamonswirling through warm…
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The Smell of Yellow
Yellow smells like sunshinewarming a quiet field,where wildflowers lift their facesand sway in the summer breeze.It smells like the first slice of lemon,bright and fresh,its citrus scent filling the airbefore the juice reaches your tongue.Yellow is buttermelting across warm toast,honey dripping slowly from the comb,sweet with the fragranceof a thousand tiny flowers.It smells like daffodilsafter…
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Where Love Goes
Love doesn’t leave all at once.It loosens first—a thread pulled from a seamyou didn’t know was holding everything together.It settles into ordinary places:the quiet side of the bed,the mug you stop reaching for,the space between sentenceswhere something used to answer back.It lingers in the body,a muscle that remembershow to reach without thinking,how to turn toward…
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A POEM A DAY 229
The Shape of Remembering When I close my eyeshe is not gone.He arrives in pieces—the slope of his shoulders in lamplight,the way his laugh started in his chestbefore it reached his mouth.I see his hands first.Always his hands.The small scar he never explained.The way they steadied the worldwithout trying to.Sometimes he is younger,sometimes older.Memory does…
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A POEM A DAY 227
Clipped I loved youwith my whole heart,my whole soul—the way eagles trust airwithout questioning the sky.At first, I soared.Wide-winged.Unapologetic.I carried light in my feathers.You didn’t break me all at once.You learned better.You clipped one wingwith a joke that landed sharp,another with a look that saiddon’t be so much.You trimmed featherswith silence,with withheld warmth,with affection rationed…
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