Of Wailing Salts

Memories of you are often
full of mirth
dancing all over my face,
brightening all the dark
in my eyes.

But not on this day,
when the absence of you
drowns my all in oceans
of wailing salts,
that sting, sting, sting…
until my heart is pickled
in bittering waves of loss.

Memories of you make me
weep with smiles that hurt
so deep, but
they remind me you’re alive
in my memories of you.

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linked to Prompt Nights and Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 291)

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66 thoughts on “Of Wailing Salts

  1. until my heart is pickled
    in bittering waves of loss.

    Gosh! Such beautiful and raw emotion flowing through this poem 😀 Powerfully written. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights 🙂

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. What is life without memories to hold fast to? Life’s experiences and the people that shared them with us have not gone but are inside us still. Raw and beautiful as it should be.

  3. Your grief and sorrow made beautiful through your words and imagery. You are a painter with words my dear Magaly. Powerful. Beautiful. Love this piece very much. ❤️
    A beautiful tribute to your brother …… 💔

  4. Milestones have a way of tearing the scabs from our grief wounds, allowing the sad blood to flow. ((((((((Magaly))))))) 💜💜💜

  5. It can be comforting to know that a loved one is alive in one’s memories….but most often that is not enough to stop that intense missing the real presence. This is a heartfelt poem, beautifully and strongly expressed.

  6. Ah, memories have a way of making their presence felt… all the ups and downs, the sadness etc…But, the energy of sadness often rises up …beautiful poem. Re read it …to let it sink in, magaly! Loved it…

  7. The memories….. when there is a sound a certain smell or even just a light breeze softly touching your skin reminding you of a place in time. Your words so well expressed, thank you for sharing.

    • Today, I tortured (and soothe) myself by cooking some of my little brother’s favorite dishes. I’m quite convinced that an extra bit of salt has gone into the pot. Those scents are very difficult not to cry (and smile) over…

  8. The words are filled with such poignance, but still they appear to be beautiful. “wailing salts’ and ‘heart is pickled’ – amazing use of metaphor… 🙂

  9. I totally thought the image was edible. I didn’t see the crier; I saw a sweet twisty pretzel. 🙂

    I love these lines:
    “dancing all over my face”
    “Memories of you make me”

  10. It is nearing the one year anniversary of the death of one of my dearest friends and these beautifully penned words resonated so deeply with my heart’s cry today, thank you:
    “when the absence of you
    drowns my all in oceans
    of wailing salts,
    that sting, sting, sting…
    until my heart is pickled
    in bittering waves of loss.”

  11. He took a chunk, that sweet brother, I am pleased your memories sometimes fill that hole, or at least give him the chance to dance through & remind you he is still alive in you xoxoxoxoxoxox

    • He took a chunk, indeed. And yes, it is wonderful that every now and again my memories of him remind me that he lives on, roaring and causing delightful mayhem in the bits of my heart that will always be kept for him. ♥

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