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View through the rose tinted glass of childhood.
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View through the rose tinted glass of childhood. |
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Marshalzu  
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking 
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View through the rose tinted glass of childhood. Waking up in the early morning To the noises of roosting pigeons and an old man shaving “Ahh I see your finally up” he says as he scrapes off those hard grey whiskers, the sun plants a pattern of stars on the roll down blind, breakfast is just fifteen minutes away as he dries the cups and saucers remnants of last nights supper. The kettle boils and soon the pot simmers on the side the tea swirled to a vortex with a spoon a cup and saucer always find their way up stairs and sit upon the bedside table waiting for an old woman to wake. Dancing blue flames lick a slice of bread crisp black a spread of salty butter and tangy marmalade lies on that taste and fulfils. He wanders in the garden amongst the dew laden grass watering his plants from an old white sink. Bread, the remnants of an old loaf are scattered for the birds and they flock here and there fighting for these scraps carrying them off into the trees. Andrew |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
as he scrapes off those hard grey whiskers, the sun plants a pattern of stars on the roll down blind, breakfast is just fifteen minutes away as he dries the cups and saucers remnants of last nights supper. The kettle boils and soon the pot simmers on the side the tea swirled to a vortex with a spoon a cup and saucer always find their way up stairs and sit upon the bedside table waiting for an old woman to wake. Dancing blue flames lick a slice of bread crisp black a spread of salty butter and tangy marmalade lies on that taste and fulfils. ~*~ Andrew...these are your strongest lines... these are the ones that speak to the heart... and if these are your memories? You're one lucky young man! |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Andrew, you have no idea how much I enjoyed this poem...it brings back so many memories of my own childhood, the sounds I heard and things I saw...the smells, tastes....the coffee that steamed in a cup as a spoon clinked rythmically...and so much more.. Thanx for the share... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Andrew..this is your best writing yet! This grabbed at all my senses and tugged at my heartstrings. Well done ...very well done!  ~ Let peace begin with me... ~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wonderful write! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Andrew Agreeing with Enchantress...one of your best! |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
Sunshine: These are actual memories of my child-hood; I used to occasionally stay with my Grandparents on a weekend so that my parents could work extra hours. Unfortunately I lost my Grandfather to cancer at the beginning of the year but I like to think back about those special days that we had spent together, especially those in my childhood. Thank you for the reply Magnus: I’m glad that you enjoyed the read, I was thinking that it was funny that some of my fondest memories were of the small mundane things though I am glad that I am not alone in that respect. Thank you for replying Enchantress: Thank you for your kind words, I am not sure that it is my best writing but it is certainly a piece that means the most to me. passing shadows: Thank you for your reply Martie: Thank you for your kind words |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Amazing write Andrew! ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* |
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