Memory is baklava. Layer upon layer of phyllo dough days stuck together. Even the mention of the pastry, and I’m back in that quirky cafe in Old Towne Square, sinking my teeth through a crisp piece. It’s New Year’s Day, and I’m cutting an apple in half, the one that’s supposed to predict my future. The syrupy taste of the pastry with the apple’s flesh, his flesh, the crucifix of seeds. And I remember his laugh: honey, lemon, and cinnamon. But when I blink, I’m back in Virginia, standing at the farmer’s market counter. The lady asks me again, if I’d like a piece of homemade baklava, but I tell her it’s too sweet for me. No, I’ll stick with apples. Besides, I’d given up those sorts of desserts years ago. 

Recall baklava,

my then: tissue-paper thin,

it all falls apart.

©2023 | K. Hartless


dVerse Poet’s Pub | Haibun Monday 5-22-23: Memory

Art Credit: r/Art

38 responses to “Paper-Thin”

  1. Paula Light Avatar
    Paula Light

    This is fabulous! I love the “layers” 🩷

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    1. Thank you, Paula. I really can’t stomach the dessert anymore. But, when I see it, all the memories return.

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  2. Fun and delicious, K! ❤️

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    1. Thank you, John. I appreciate your sweet comments. 💜

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      1. You’re welcome, K. ☺️

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  3. Sweets and Apples… great combination. Sounds delicious! Loved the video.

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    1. Thank you, Dwight. This Czech composer always reminds me of Prague.

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      1. You are welcome.

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  4. Delicious! Pun intended of course, but this really is a delectable post in how vividly you bring it all to life, pst and present.

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    1. Thank you, Rosemary. I may not eat baklava anymore, but I can still dream about those layers.

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  5. kaykuala Avatar
    kaykuala

    Wonderful narrative, KH! Love the combination of sweeties to fruitiness. The sense of freshness is maintained

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank. I appreciate these comments. I’m an apple a day sorta person, and it’s funny, I still sometimes look at the seeds to see if they have some secret fortune to share.

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  6. sumptuous poem; nice story 🙂

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    1. Thank you, John. So many details are fuzzy now. But the baklava. I can still taste that part.

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      1. yummmmm

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  7. Gillena Cox Avatar
    Gillena Cox

    Nice one K. There are layers of meaning to this one.

    Happy you dropped by my blog

    Much💖love

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    1. Thank you, Gillena. I’m grateful for you reading my haibun, and your comment. It’s a sticky mess, both memory and love. 💜

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  8. Yes, this is very good, I love how it gives me images of delicate pastries and of love/relationships. Ahh, the layers… and the goodness you can take a bite of, but oh, the layers it can add to your mental and physical well being. 🤭✨💖

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    1. Thank you, Pam. Those shared bites. I am content with the memories. 💜

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      1. Good morning! ☀️
        You are so welcome 🤗

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  9. Relationships and baklava what an apt comparison. I love how you declined it at the market and took fresh apples instead.

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    1. Yes, I’ve changed, haven’t I? The natural sweetness of my life. It satisfies me now, more than anything else. Thanks for these comments, Jade.

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      1. For sure and I like how you put it, “the natural sweetness” of your life. You’re very welcome.

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  10. tissue-paper thin,
    it all falls apart.

    Genius, KK.


    David

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    1. Thank you, David. I think the final product is forgiving, memory and baklava, that is. I appreciate your words, friend. 💜

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  11. A brilliant metaphor: ‘Memory is baklava’, and a wonderful description of it. I used to really enjoy baklava, but it is forbidden now, although I’d give anything for a tiny taste now I’ve read your haibun! I love the way the memory merges with one of a past love in ‘The syrupy taste of the pastry with the apple’s flesh, his flesh, the crucifix of seeds. And I remember his laugh: honey, lemon, and cinnamon’. ‘Then’ is indeed tissue-paper thin.

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    1. Yes, your words are so true. Perhaps, the more layers I acquire the easier it is to fall right through them at any time. I catch myself more and more daydreaming about the past. Thanks so much for these thoughtful comments. I’m very grateful for them.

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      1. My pleasure.

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  12. Rob Kistner Avatar
    Rob Kistner

    Wonderful memories, K, really well written. 👍🏼🙂✌🏼🫶🏼

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    1. Thank you, Rob. I may have lost my sweet tooth, but I can recall that honey after taste so vividly.

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  13. Wow! Quite a masterful, many layered, haibun. Bravo!

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    1. Thank you, Susan. I always try to be plain with my haibuns, but maybe it’s just that my mind doesn’t work that way. I appreciate your kind words.

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      1. You’re most welcome.

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  14. Bob Avatar

    Fantastic!

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    1. Thank you, Bob. I appreciate you reading and kind leaving a message here.

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  15. I love the vividity of the memory… you really transport yourself into that pivotal (?) moment… and maybe why you have lost your appetite for sweets.

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    1. Yes, well, that particular one, for sure. A brief happiness, baklava and this particular romance. The after effects aren’t so easily overcome. Those cavities, I mean. 😉 Thanks for stopping by, Björn. I always appreciate your comments.

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  16. How you bring such great pics?! ❣️💕❣️💕❣️

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