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i never forget things, so everything becomes a memory of you

by chrysanthemumcentury


everything is a reminder of you-

when i'm at the store:

  • because i know you had a sourdough starter that you were waiting to use but just couldn't. i think that it's still alive and being fed but i can never walk in the bread aisle again the same way. [i miss you]
  • because i miss having your cassarole and going to your house in hopes of having that cool plastic light-up ice cube. i hope someone kept your recepies. i can never walk in the pasta aisle the same way. [i miss you]

when i'm walking outside:

  • because i see a hammock and when i see it all i can think of is the cyan hammock swing that was in your house. i can never forget how fun it was to swing in it. i can never look at hammocks the same way. [i miss you]
  • because i see a four wheeler and all i can think about is when i used to ride around on your son's four wheeler and how i'd try to take leaves off the trees as we rushed by. i can never look at four wheelers the same way. [i miss you]

when i'm at a restaurant:

  • because i smell beer and i think about the beer you started before you went on that ride and i can't help but think that you could've stayed until i was at least 18 but you didn't and now i can't smell alcohol the same way. [i miss you]
  • because i smell hotdogs and hamburgers and i think of the barbeques you held and i can't help but go back to that time. i wish i could've just had one more barbeque with you but i couldn't. i can't smell barbeque the same way. [i miss you]

when i'm at home:

  • because i hear fireworks from the local stadium and i can't help but remember how you'd light fireworks every fourth of july and how fun it was to watch them go up in the sky. i still have leftover sparklers. now i can't listen to explosions the same way. [i miss you]
  • because i hear news on the televison that someone's father died and i can't help but regret that i never went to your funeral but i knew that i couldn't handle it and i would've broken down right then and there. i can't listen to the news the same way. [i miss you]

[everything reminds me of you, so how do i learn to forget?]


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chrysanthemumcentury says...



see: age gap

mourning
(mourn·ing)
noun
the expression of deep sorrow for someone who has died, typically involving following certain conventions such as wearing black clothes.




chrysanthemumcentury says...


mourning but instead of black i wear a smile



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Hey friend! First of all, I absolutely adore the formatting of this. I am also a person who loves prose poetry, or more structurally/list like organized things like this. So amazing work, it really caught my attention right away and captivated me the entire way through. Let's jump right into the rest of the review, shall we?

i hope someone kept your recepies. i can never walk in the pasta aisle the same way. [i miss you]


One thing, recepies should be recipes (unless, of course, that was intentional, and had some sort of purpose behind it, like how age gap went through different years of a persons life). I like how you're giving all of these specific simple examples of how grief has taken over your life. It's very relatable, to say the least. It's common when someone dies to have a lot of trouble doing things that used to be easy. Or even being able to do them still, but having them bring back a lot of memories that are unpleasant. I think you described this really well when you talk about being in a grocery store. I can see that this person must've been fond of cooking, from the different recipes that you described.

I love how every sentence ends with [I miss you]. This is so relatable. When I lose people who are incredibly important to me, sometimes I find the strength to be able to go and do things that remind me of them, to bring back memories. Like going to their home or smelling things that still smell like them, or looking at photo albums. Well, I feel happiness, I still feel this overwhelming sense of loss. The missing never goes away, but I suppose life can become manageable. That's something that I love about the structure of this poem. It isn't perfect, for example, with the lowercase letters that are not capitalized. It's not some sort of super polished published sort of thing, but instead, it's something that is a physical symbolic representation of this unsettling, feeling of never being completely hole again. And I love how it is posted in a way that shows that lack of completion, but it is everything that someone needs in order to understand in their own way.

And it's so true, the sense of missing someone doesn't only come when you do things that remind you of them specifically. But like this poem, says, it can be at home or when you're out or when you're anywhere. There will always be something there to remind you of what you no longer have.

because i smell beer and i think about the beer you started before you went on that ride and i can't help but think that you could've stayed until i was at least 18 but you didn't and now i can't smell alcohol the same way. [i miss you]


I don't know why, but this part really stood out to me. Since the drinking age is 21 in the US, it made me think a little more. Perhaps this isn't coming from your perspective? Perhaps it's coming from someone else? Or perhaps the "stayed until I was at least 18" isn't referencing drinking at all, or maybe it's something even deeper or more personal.

[everything reminds me of you, so how do i learn to forget?]


Right now I'm working on the same thing. But I'm grateful for your poem, because it has helped me remember. Sometimes I think that the remembering is actually more beautiful than the forgetting part. Learning to remember, but also embracing the loss is what has given me the most peace in my heart. Thanks for writing, I really enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day!

Your friend,
Ellie




chrysanthemumcentury says...


I don't know why, but this part really stood out to me. Since the drinking age is 21 in the US, it made me think a little more. Perhaps this isn't coming from your perspective? Perhaps it's coming from someone else? Or perhaps the "stayed until I was at least 18" isn't referencing drinking at all, or maybe it's something even deeper or more personal.

i graduate at 17/18



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Oooh thank you for that!!! Makes sense! :)



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Hello, herbs. It is time I reviewed for a friend. Here goes! As always, I review as I read. Let's go!

So first I had to look over the format of your poetry. You often format your poems in a very meaningful way, and I see that this poem is no exception to the rule. I take the bullet point format to mean that the character writing this poem is very organized and apparently incredibly thoughtful as seen in the first paragraph where exactly what this other person ate is thought of. I almost see this character going through the aisle and subconsciously thinking of all the things that the character would by for this missing person. Speaking of missing person, is this person dead, moved away, or taken interest in someone else? Hmm maybe the rest of the poem will tell me.

Another note on the first two bullet points: the fact that "I miss you" is placed in brackets adds incredible weight to the statement. Parathesis "()" just isn't as strong as the much less used but much more powerful brackets "[]" Additionally, brackets are straight and form right angles, something that reminds one of something old fashioned as we associate angles with older items and curves with more modern things. Also it gives the piece a bit more of a typewritten effect. So this all works out to brings out the nostalgia of the past.

Shall we continue? Yes, I think so.

Hmmm...this is an interesting tidbit.

used to ride around on your son's four wheeler

So at first I was assuming a romantic theme but now I'm thinking that this may be a someone writing about an woman who was kind during upbringing. That and the swing hammock. That sounds like something a child would enjoy and have fond memories of in adulthood.

think about the beer you started before you went on that ride
Uh oh. Is this some foreshadowing? That this woman took a drive when she was drunk and accidently killed herself?

i still have leftover sparklers.

So this tells me the writer is having trouble letting go. Still, these old fireworks are kept on hand to keep sweet memories alive of something I think had a very bitter ending.

[everything reminds me of you, so how do i learn to forget?]
Perfect end!

Lastly, a few suggestions.
Maybe try including exactly what happened? If it was an accident that killed her, maybe have that the writer can't look at the particular vehicle that she crashed into anymore without thinking of her. You kind of brought that out with the news, but I found that to be a bit of an odd way to bring that out. But perhaps its because you went into further depth with a very long sentence there (which I suggest clipping a bit because it stands out a little too much and caused me to have to reread to understand. Also I think it could be more impactful if it were shorter and more to the point.) But I did rather feel like the news was a slightly weak way of showing what happened.

I did really like that you matched senses with every paragraph. But maybe also include the sense of touch? And to make it more uniform, maybe use the opening line in paragraph one as like the others ie "because I taste" or can imagine tasting foods that the writer sees at the store.

Overall, great job! An easy to read and understand poem :D
-Kaia




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Hi, popping in with a review! Happy review month!
This is such a powerful poem. Your stylistic choices, especially, bring a deeper meaning to it. The tone almost reminds me of someone's inner thoughts, and it's like a window into the mind. The format is very unique, and it caught my attention almost immediately. The repetition added something extra to the poem that makes it quite a bit better than if there had been none.
The overall theme is something so many can relate to, but you capture it in a way that makes everyone understand the specific feeling the narrator is having. That’s something only a talented poet can achieve.
I also really loved the addition of “i miss you” in brackets. Although most people can understand the subtext of each of the sections, that little addition underlines it, makes it a bit more bold in people’s minds. It was a good choice both stylistically and for the overall message.
Overall, this is such a good poem and I love it. There’s next to nothing I would change, and I think you captured the narrator’s feeling in writing perfectly.
<3, Meenal (theromanticchemist)




chrysanthemumcentury says...


dude what :sobs:



theromanticchemist says...


@grant2
what? I was just giving feedback to the author in the way I saw fit. I dom't understand your comment.



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Sat Aug 31, 2024 5:21 am
ERMagdalen says...



Hello!

My only suggestion is to capitalize your i to I. :)

But you bring a very realistic feeling foreword that I’m sure many can relate to! Good job!

~E. R. Magdalen




chrysanthemumcentury says...


i actually prefer leaving things uncapitalized.



ERMagdalen says...


Okay! %uD83D%uDC4D%uD83C%uDFFB



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ERMagdalen says...



Very powerful. :)





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