Story Teller! You do that so well. And if the comments I’ve read are any indication, you also have a way of bringing your reader’s memories up so clearly that they can taste them. That’s a fine craft, my friend.
I recalled the taste of well water from my Great Aunt Mary’s house at the top of Hulan Hollow; the iron turned scotch black and kool-aid odd colors and awful flavors. Oddly enough, the rotten-egg smell was undetectable to them.I wished they’d get better water someday as if the rust would hurt them. It didn’t. The lack of it would hurt me,eventually.
Life is short. The pandemic has left us all with loss - human loss, loss of security, loss of health but also, hopefully, loss of the notion that we have infinite time to connect with those we love the most. Those with whom we share our most formative experiences and memories.
Awww what a lovely way to reflect on happy childhood memories and on family
Story Teller! You do that so well. And if the comments I’ve read are any indication, you also have a way of bringing your reader’s memories up so clearly that they can taste them. That’s a fine craft, my friend.
We're the ones who need to thank you, I think. My eyes...need this watering...especially now
Beautiful. I have two sets of siblings, they are strangers and I'm caught in between. I think I'll leave water out for us tonight.
I recalled the taste of well water from my Great Aunt Mary’s house at the top of Hulan Hollow; the iron turned scotch black and kool-aid odd colors and awful flavors. Oddly enough, the rotten-egg smell was undetectable to them.I wished they’d get better water someday as if the rust would hurt them. It didn’t. The lack of it would hurt me,eventually.
I have no words. You said them all. Water!
I can taste the water from the sky. So much meaning in your ritual. Water is life. Without water there is no life.
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Beautiful and evocative of simple memories. What a wordsmith.
Beautiful. So inspired by your long metaphor.
Pails. Such simplicity. Born out of those pails is a profound poem. A tribute. Thank you.
Makes me thirsty.....!
Another example of why I feel fortunate to subscribe to your stack in spite of decades-old experiences of deep symbolic analysis.
Life is short. The pandemic has left us all with loss - human loss, loss of security, loss of health but also, hopefully, loss of the notion that we have infinite time to connect with those we love the most. Those with whom we share our most formative experiences and memories.
Heart Heart Heart (because Substack offers no emoji symbols) Thank you, Sherman, for another "hits- the-target" poem.
Love this. The weight of water and our thirst of various kinds…