Remembering as a non sequitur how
My grandfather said the word 'portugal'
Heavy on the ch and aal
I threw clover berries into a pot
And remembered other Mays
And strawberries that brought me
Out in hives and living
Like each day mattered
And I forgot that for no reason
Tonight I remembered papa
And how he said porchugaaal

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-12 at 22:24

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Elle. I love it when those old sensations appear out of nowhere.


yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
it's a hotspot those days,
good writing

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I love when memories such as this come to mind, and how the one memory leads to others, such as your: "other Mays and strawberries."

This is a sweet poem, Elle.

Sounds like the scattering and the then collecting of those random thoughts, that make nostalgia into sense somehow. The last two lines seem to be one of those things that just stick in the mind that make you smile sadly. Not sure I've explained this very well!

What an enchanting memory! I'll be there in July and I can't wait. Everyone who's been there tells me I'll fall in love with it.
Porchugaal! I love it.