A Single Suitcase Of Memories

For Miz Quickly’s poetry prompt: day 6, song title scramble
http://imprompt.wordpress.com/

And for The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #103 -merge, project, activate, technology, unity, mantra, smudge, sing, delicious, inquisitive, urge, stellar
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

And for the Far Write writing group: single, suitcase, originate – and the phrase “soft gray fur pulsed”

floral experiment

A Single Suitcase of Memories

She would call, say “Welcome
to my morning,” or a simple “Come,
talk to me,” and urge to clear schedule
would merge with anticipation for what
we, together, defined as a “deep breakfast.”

Her apartment up on Solsbury Hill,
held a balcony, where we’d sit consuming
delicious warm croissants smudged
with what she laughingly called her
homemade apricot fudge, and we’d talk
for hours of our current projects,
the tiny geometries of life (both past
and present), while her cat Spoo
(that’s Oops spelled backwards)
would sprawl in my lap, her soft
gray fur constantly pulsing with
a rumbling purr of contentment.

She had an inquisitive mind, often
activating my own, and our words
could range from common digging
in the dirt, to stellar. I will always
regret that I never took time to tell her,

“Sophia, in your eyes, I found home.”

Elizabeth Crawford  4/6/13

Notes: Song titles: Come Talk To Me, Solsbury Hill, Digging In the Dirt, and In Your Eyes are by Peter Gabriel.
Deep Breakfast and Tiny Geometries are by Ray Lynch
and Welcome To My Morning is by John Denver.

I love music and my tastes are a bit eclectic. This was a fun process and allowed me to cover a lot of ground. The poem is somewhat fictional, yet based in some very specific memories. Sophia is the name of my inner crone. Her name means Wisdom.

PS: Once again, my return comments are disappearing for many of your sites. I can like your work, but not leave a comment. My apologies.

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About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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16 Responses to A Single Suitcase Of Memories

  1. Loved this poem and the story it tells. Wonderful!

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  2. Stan Ski says:

    Nice combination of prompts, with some quality numbers thrown in!

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  3. Misky says:

    There are so many times that we wish we’d done this or that differently, took the time to say I love you, or give someone a hug. All these missed opportunities. Surely there’s a lesson in that. I loved your poem, Elizabeth.

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  4. Pamela says:

    Elizabeth, this poem brings back some painful memories for me. It is so beautifully written, thanks.

    Pamela

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  5. julespaige says:

    Would you believe I just finished my Wordle pieces…yes two. And I am glad I did. They are so very different! You’ll have to wait until tomorrow though. The short verse is almost the shortest one I’ve ever written. You’ve played ‘stuff the prompts’ well. A thoughtful reminder to speak before the opportunity is lost. While I enjoy music, I am not adept with who, what, where and when of any of your titles …Well John Denver does sound familiar – though not that title and I think I have heard of Peter Gabriel.

    Thanks for visiting and leaving your link.
    Jules

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  6. Marianne says:

    This is beautiful, Elizabeth. I loved the story-like quality. And the lesson is invaluable: Tell your “besties” you love them, and tell them often!
    Find me here, off-prompt again:
    http://herwordsbloomed.blogspot.com/2013/04/2013-napowrimo-6-april.html

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  7. viv blake says:

    Your poem made me wish to be there, to enter into that loving sisterhood of like-minded people.

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  8. This is beautiful! I love the cat’s name!

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  9. oldegg says:

    She would surely have loved to hear those words.

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  10. Jae Rose says:

    The comfort and warm apricot fudge seems to outweigh the regret of not saying..i wonder though if it was said and heard without words..

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  11. Sabra Bowers says:

    Loved you poem, Elizabeth. My favorite line is the last. Wish we all could experience a relationship like that one.

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  12. brenda w says:

    I love Spoo’s name, and deep breakfasts. This is a delightful journey Elizabeh=th, thank you for sharing it, and for Sophia’s wisdom.

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  13. I felt like I was in the room. What a lovely poem.

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  14. Cathy says:

    well written piece. even though it’s a bit of fiction but who wouldn’t want a friend that will can simple talk to and they truly listen to us.

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  15. veronicabalfourpaul says:

    Everyone’s said it already. I loved this little insight.

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  16. Maggie says:

    How beautifully you conveyed your lovely story of friendship!

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