I remember you as I wander through the market
The scent of fresh cut flowers, seeds and oils
As I go by vegetables and fruit
Sweet and pungent smells mixing in the air
Colours so intense and brilliant
The coffee aisle is my favourite it reminds me of
early mornings on the terraza with you
Dark, rich aroma of the beans gathered in Veracruzana Mountains
Laughing together when I was once in love with you
Tears sinuous salty on my cheeks
Coppery smell of blood in my open wound
My heart is suspended in cobwebs of sadness
That's all I remember now
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Aww. Think about the coffee instead.
ReplyDeleteThey all stay with us, the good and the bad, don't they? You capture that well here.
ReplyDeleteEvelyn,
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting. I am just now working my round to everyone else's poems.
Pamela
Ron,
ReplyDeleteBoy that's the truth! Thank you!
Pamela
Hi Pamela, This has a riotous vibrant feel despite the loss. - Irene
ReplyDeletePhew, memories can do that, fortunately we can turn them off sometimes too. But I don't think they ever go away.
ReplyDeleteNicely!
Love this line! "My heart is suspended in cobwebs of sadness" -- poignant!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem.
Irene,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your kind words. Always appreciated.
Pamela
Andy,
ReplyDeleteYou got that right. Thanks!
Pamela
Lori,
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Pamela
This is a beautifully expressed poignant poem
ReplyDelete'Coppery smell of blood in an open wound'
brilliant!
Coffee makes everything better. Even saddening memories. Nicely done! I enjoyed reading it!
ReplyDeleteRall,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much! I loved your poem with its imagery and scents.
Cheers
Pamela
Weasel,
ReplyDeleteCoffee is the best! It takes away many blues for me. Thanks for the comment.
Pamela - this would have sounded like a great poem to me either way, but your photo and part of the narrative provoked thoughts about Mexico, where I swear everything related to markets and gardens and food smell more intense than up Norte. This is one of your best, well done!
ReplyDeleteJ D Mackenzie
Sad and beautiful. The second stanza is gripping, especially those last four lines. Great post!
ReplyDeleteJDM,
ReplyDeleteThat they do my friend. When I first came to Mexico I couldn't believe nor stop talking about the markets they are so beautiful and colorful. This pic is of a particular market my husband and I used to visit in Oaxaca. Simply gorgeous! The name is Benito Juarez it is in the capital downtown. Thanks so much for the nice comment.
Pamela
Robin,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much and I loved your loving memory as well.
Pamela
nothing smelly here all GOOD and well brewed....have a great weekend ...filled with all the scents
ReplyDeleteWayne my friend you are always such a delight. You do the same! Say hello to that lovely girl of yours.
ReplyDeletePamela
You handled the prompt perfectly. "Coppery smell of blood" grabbed me by the nose.
ReplyDeleteFrancis,
ReplyDeleteI am so happy you think so, that's so nice of you to say.
Pamela
Beautiful Pamela, love this 'tears sinuous salty on my cheeks'.
ReplyDeleteUma,
ReplyDeleteYou are always so nice with your comments and they are always appreciated. Thanks.
Pamela
ooh yes
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the Barcelona Market and our smaller but sweet Central Market in Adelaide.
Lucychili,
ReplyDeleteYes the markets here are wonderful! Thanks for commenting.
Pamela
This is a wonderful poem and I could smell the aroma of your feelings. I really liked this last line, "My heart is suspended in cobwebs of sadness."
ReplyDeletePowerful and beautifully written!
~Mark
Mark,
ReplyDeleteThanks for saying so. I am so happy that you could sense them.
Pamela
A bittersweet experience, walking the coffee aisle, Pamela.
ReplyDeleteDerrick,
ReplyDeleteIt certainly can be. Thanks.
Pamela
bittersweet but very real. I like it.
ReplyDeleteA question for you, I saw that you´re living in Mexico, did you ever try to write poetry in Spanish?
See you!
Stiletto,
ReplyDeleteI have a hard enough time speaking the language let alone writing it. I have however written some with different expressions is all. I would love to able to write in Spanish, someday maybe. Who knows.
Thanks for the nice comment.
Pamela
From Therese B. -- This poem is so touching -- it must be true to life. Great details and proper names. I love the picture you placed next to the poem.
ReplyDeleteTherese,
ReplyDeleteSome of it is and some is made up. Which part I am saying though ;)
Pamela
Beautifully put...!
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