Wordle  #84  :  Still, scent, sight, fell, fleck, sway, load, heap, skimmed, held, end, fill

 

The Scent of Thanksgiving

Fills the air

Every nook and crannie

Found myself swaying

To the holiday music

Remembering sights

And sounds

Of other holidays

Long ago

Lost in reverie

You were all there still

Held each one in long embrace

The scene inside my head

Heaped with emotion

Only a fleck of reality

Fell into the morning light

The wagon loaded

Horses hitched

Skimmed the fat

From the broth

In memory

World without end

Note:  It seems to me, the holidays are not as they were.  And there is a certain sorrow for all those who have gone before.  I miss them all.  This makes sense, since nothing stays the same and all things change.

23 thoughts on “November 25, 2012 Sunday Whirl #84

  1. Yes, I hear you, Annell, all those empty places at the table, and our generation now the matriarchs. But lovely to have all those memories of other times and other places, if bittersweet.

  2. An ell, your poem conveys your feelings very well. Always sad at holidays to realize who is no longer among us. It is hard to be a member of the older generation.

  3. i def understand when the present does not meet the past…we also though tend to glorify the moments in the past and the rough spots lose their edges…the empty places though are a constant reminder though of those we have lost…and that is def hard…mostly new seats at our table this year but our time will come…

    1. Mom and Dad, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends and loversgone. But it the way of things, and it is our job to accept and find what is fresh and new and wonderful in each day!! And be grateful we are here one more day. But holidays bring their share of memories in a large bag. It seems when we get it the way we want it, it changes? Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529

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  4. Memories (good ones) can be a delicious and everlasting feast..long may they last..the painting reminded me of ‘American Gothic’ but maybe a bit cheerier! I hope you had a good ThanksGiving even if it wasn’t quite the same..Jae x

    1. It was quiet. But that can be good. I even took a little nap. We cooked, a late dinner, and it was good in it’s way the image was Norman Rockwell, an American artist of (maybe the 30’s). He idealized American life. It was never as it was in his illustrations.

      Thanks for your comment. Hope all is well. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529

      annell@taosnet.com http://www.annelllivingston.com http://www.somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com https://annellannell.wordpress.com http://www.geoform.net

  5. Interesting. I distinctly remember commenting on this earlier when it first appeared in my ‘blogger,’ but I must have been dreaming. Holidays do trigger those memories of earlier holidays, don’t they? Nostalgia — as we eat the old familiar family foods. And sad how many family members are no longer at the table. Fine wordling, Annell.

  6. Annell, this is a poem I can relate to all too well. It brought me some sadness when I read it. A beautiful memory, one we all can experience on some level. Well done.

    Pamlea

  7. I miss the holidays of my childhood as well, though the new memories will be the ones my child will remember, and that makes it easy for them to be filled with love.

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