My Memories in Your Whiskey

I pour my memories in your whiskey,
dip a finger for a quick taste of fire
that makes me grimace a once-a-month grin.

I’ve been writing your forget-him-not shroud…

Are you watching me through the veil;
jollily laughing at my distaste for the swill
that soothed your mood but burns my innards?

I dreamed you said, “Yep, that’s my sister.
She hates hard liquor practically as much as she loves me.”

I adorn tangible memories of you
with a ring of rainbow skulls,
a reddish-golden goblet for your Black Label,
and sturdy skeleton keys to give your soul undying 
access to my living door.


44 comments:

  1. The veil is not a wall; he knows he is as welcome as ever to share in the joy you live.

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  2. Or joining you in a toast. There's whisky beyond the Wall, right?

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    1. There better be! Or they will have a battalion of pissed off dead Vikings in their hands. ;-D

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  3. Phew! Those last lines brought tears to my eyes..

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    1. It was a rainy one to write...

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  4. Raising a glass of wine to your Baby Bro <3 XXX

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    1. I will join you with the wine!

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  5. loving words and heartfelt emotions always do a "spirit" good. Here's to your brother and you

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  6. This overwhelms ...

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  7. One can feel the loss....and the love..........very poignant.

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  8. Very moving personal account ~ Thank you for linking up with Sunday's Challenge ~

    Welcome to Real Toads as well ~ Have a good week ~

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    1. Thanks, Grace. Have a nice week, too.

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  9. How lovely that your brother still sends you hugs :)

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    1. Hugs and dreams and inspiration... quite a generous soul. ;-D

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  10. I raise my glass to you and your little brother. This has touched me profoundly.

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  11. That close is just outstanding.

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  12. salud, pen and brother ~

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  13. This is beautiful Magaly - I love that he lives on in your dreams <3

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  14. Fine fine, to love a brother so.
    Excellent response.

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    1. No one could meet him and not love him. Even when he was driving people crazy. I guess little brothers are supposed to do that... ;-)

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  15. Access to my living door, soothes loss of his shroud and keeps pain at bay. Lovely response.

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  16. Keep adding to that "Forget-me-not shroud" - it's amazing already - and the poem has a killer first line.

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    1. I shall continue the word stitching until the Forget-Him-Not-Shroud is big enough to share with others.... ;-)

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  17. luv your twist of imagery, like playdough in the hands of a master

    i posted mine only today

    http://myblog-lunchbreak.blogspot.com/2014/07/1471.html

    much love...

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  18. You Sultry Vixen! Wow! cheers to that wonderful mouthful! xoxoDebi

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    1. Hm. I've never been a Sultry Vixen before. I like it. ;-D

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  19. Very moving. Poignant without heaviness. Another fine piece, Lady Magaly.

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    1. Well, thank you, Señor Narrator. I'm paddling... ;-)

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  20. I don't know how you do it, but I love your words ;o) Keep writing girl ;o)
    Hugs ;o)

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    1. And you keep on painting... and all will be well. ;-)

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  21. Brother / Sister relations can be chilly yet the profound love still lingers.
    It has a good sound to me, Magaly.
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    1. This particular brother and sister were the best of friends...

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