here, unexpected
death came to one remembered
now at the road’s edge.
Where memory sits
between the ordinary
and the forgotten
endless cups of tea
drunk in the long past kitchens
of our grandmothers
remembrance
weighty stones
holding down
keeping back
the flood of past
edging the walk
lighting the step
smoothing the blankets
stirring briskly
brings up the fire
the cookies and cake
the endless cups of tea
drunk in the
kitchens of our
grandmothers.
Already? A year past already?
Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo is to consult the Bibliomancy Oracle which might just be the finest thing going!
My first reading:
There was always the murmur, you remember, about going home.
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from “Extreme Wisteria” by Lucie Brock-Broido
Bright flowers flutter
with every passing car
placed remembering, now fading
That’s what I see.
Do they drive past each day
remembering to look
or down the road thinking
how did I miss that
how can I not remember?
The flowers fade
the ribbons fraying
with rain and snow
The balloon falling
and shrinking
replaced with a new pang
soon enough.
Marking the where of death
in lieu of the why.
…ironing begin!
Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world.
