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A Full Day

A Full Day

A Poem by Cherrie Palmer

I had a full day,
-today-
the smell of
baking bread,
allowed my smile
to raise.

If that wasn't enough
on the ridge stood your stone.
From my window it was -flat grey like the sky above-

I spied your old coffee cup, on the windowsill
-my own personal treasure-
and grasped it tightly as I drank.

Then from the window glass, saw my reflection
and found you
-in the quake of emotions-
I wept.


© 2021 Cherrie Palmer


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Those days when we waffle between joy and despair... How often do we laugh to keep from crying?
The ghosts of our loved ones haunt our hearts forever. Sad words creating an amazing snapshot of your heart.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


this tugged on my heart strings...
emotional read

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you I'm glad you enjoyed it
Oh how the senses can take us places. Wonderful writing! I was right there!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Patricia always glad to share a cup of coffee with a friend. :)
Patricia

3 Weeks Ago

You’re welcome
I remember being in a store and a girl stood behind me with the same perfume an old girlfriend used to wear. She popped into my mind immediately.

Scents are automatic. They come from the unconscience. I believe sometimes they're a sign from above. Some happy, some sad.

Well done poem, Cherrie.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Tim
I love your response. It seems like we are either making memories or having th.. read more
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Sounds, sights, aromas all become so much more evocative as we age as each can be referred back to so much that has passed us by in our lives.
Who doesn't love the smell of fresh baked/ baking bread, I'm salivating at the thought.
A lovely poem Cherrie

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


Cherrie Palmer

4 Weeks Ago

Thank you and yes memories are linked to sounds smells and tasks. It's a wonder we get anything don.. read more
The smell of freshly baked bread always brings back memories of my beloved grandparents. How lucky I was to have them enrich my life. Beautiful poem Cherrie. Our losses stay with us, just as our memories do.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


Cherrie Palmer

1 Month Ago

Yes they are so much apart of who I am. :) I am glad this was a happy memory for you as well
Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

It was. So lovely to sit back and reflect on happy times :)
Cherrie Palmer

1 Month Ago

When I was a girl and it would rain my grandma would have us make cookies (to keep us out of her hai.. read more
Remembering past heartaches does take a lot out of you.

I love your analogy in thiese words.
the smell of
baking bread,
allowed my smile
to raise.


Posted 1 Month Ago


Cherrie Palmer

1 Month Ago

My grandmother always baked bread 🍞 on Saturdays. I love the smell and all of those memories ti.. read more
Autocorrect! Qake is the word. Not wake

Posted 1 Month Ago


Cherrie Palmer

1 Month Ago

I was using Qake = tremor
The rising smile of bread. Great line! I'm sure you meant to write fridge instead of ridge? And wake? Maybe a breakfast food I've never heard of. Full of Cherries. And I'm always putting rocks around too.




Posted 1 Month Ago


Cherrie Palmer

1 Month Ago

I did a small edit to this one. Each stanza was a memory not all of them food. I think it might b.. read more

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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Oakland, AR



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I am a published poet and love poetry. My husband and I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: O.. more..

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