• advent journal: memorying

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    My dear friend David Gentiles died on December 18 nine years ago. I am still conscious of both his absence and his presence. Going through some old poems tonight I found this one that I wrote after he sent me a note to say he was listening to his John Denver records, a musical love we shared. That old poem heightens my awareness of what his life and legacy means to me.

    memorying

    it was a short note
    an old friend wrote
    all he said was
    he was “vinlying”
    John Denver records
    that’s all, yet
    the mere mention
    of the melodies
    sent me “memorying”
    across layers of time
    to long ago nights
    when we played
    and sang and talked
    of poems, prayers
    and promises
    and things that
    we believed in
    I still know the chords
    and the words
    and the feelings
    they have aged
    right along with me,
    as have the friends,
    and I’m grateful
    for them all

    Peace,
    Milton

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    8 Responses to advent journal: memorying

    1. Christy
      December 18, 2018 at 1:03 am

      And I am ever grateful for you. Love you, my friend.

    2. David Wright
      December 18, 2018 at 1:27 am

      Whew! Your poem unlocked my own memorying of playing “An Evening With John Denver” over and OVER again my freshman year in Penland Hall… and warm, grateful thoughts of David. Blessed Advent, Milton, to you and Ginger.

    3. Leah
      December 18, 2018 at 7:31 am

      Lots of doctor appointments some distance from home since January. Always we play John Denver…singing along, memorying….

    4. Gail Booth
      December 18, 2018 at 7:59 am

      Thanks, Milton. I’ve always loved listening and singing along to John Denver songs. And like your friend, gone too soon. Stirs up many memories.
      Hugs,
      Gail

    5. Catherine D Watts
      December 18, 2018 at 9:23 am

      Dad passed 12/23/09 what a fog I was in then…..

    6. Anita
      December 18, 2018 at 9:59 am

      Not to mention that both you and Denver left footprints on some of the same soil in north Texas. Love and blessings.

    7. Lora Lee
      December 19, 2018 at 9:40 am

      I didn’t even realize you two liked John Denver. He is right up there, at the top of my list, with James Taylor and Loggins & Messina. What a beautiful poem. You are right , the cords the words, the feelings, they all come back when you hear those good old songs. For years, when I was younger, I would occasionally take a walk in the woods with my guitar and my big John Denver book. Those moments brought me such peace and joy. I also have fond memories of snuggling up in my parents bed and watching the John Denver specials on TV. Thanks for bringing back some good memories. I still have that book and all of my John Denver records

    8. Lora Lee
      December 19, 2018 at 9:44 am

      The chords! Typo! You know there are cords too, the lines that connect us all to the songs, and each other! Sounds like another song you wrote! Love you!

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