Open Poetry #7 |
Growing so Sweet and Treacherous |
Martie
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Growing so Sweet and Treacherous The tree and that crack in the sidewalk are the same, where I flew like a small creature made from wind and hair and scabbed knee down and over the small bump that the root curved just so for my delight. I would stop and pull the corked bark out a little and it seemed it opened just for me to hide treasures, pieces of polished glass a lovely smooth pebble a four leaf clover, somehow I thought as I drove by they might still be there waiting my charge into a new adventure. The house where I grew up still stands with dormer window eyes and a door now filled with stained glass. The green lawn so good for running, was where I broke my arm tripping on the sprinkler, now there is a hill there with a jungle of delicious flowering plants and although it is the same it is twenty years different then when my mother locked the door one final time and then later I comforted myself with her ghost. I wanted to knock and proclaim myself the person who put love notes so tenderly written under the eves outside my bedroom window, I was the one who ate all those sandwiches outside and hid them in that hedge out front. I think the peanut butter and tuna fish must still be perfect and undisturbed now. Above the garage now is a beautiful room with lovely windows when before it held my butterfly collection and was where my brother sent my first admirer up the ladder then pulled it away and made him stay ‘til he was done with following me, for I was twelve and knew nothing of my sexual power or the burgeoning heat that had attracted him. You are still soaking with memory house…dear house where growing was so sweet and treacherous, you still hold the scars and laughter of my childhood locked inside. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Martie~ 'dormer' windows ... brings memories cascading from my own past. Oh, to visit the rooms of the house with the lace-curtained dormer windows of my childhood home. The lush hydrangea bushes that lined the wrap-around porch .. with the swing .. oh, the swing of childish moorings and songs sung in unison with the 'visitors' in my head. (didn't know it was poetry then) How I appreciate your nostalgic trip. Thank you, my friend. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
What a lovely picture of nostalgia- thanks for sharing, Martie - Enjoyed this - tune and peanut butter still there? LOL ~netswan |
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Balladeer
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Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
You've outdone yourself, Martie. This one is terrific! I've gotten these same feelings by looking at my childhood house, or my high school or a replica of my first car. You describe everything so well.... |
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Martie
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Marge--what a beauiful reply--you need to write a dormer window poem...hugs! Netswan--about the peanut butter and Tuna...I was so afraid to be discovered that I confessed before the hedge was cut down...and of course was surprised there was nothing there...LOL..thanks for the read. Balladeer--thanks for enjoying this...looking back is fun and for me, I don't have to drive to far to do it. |
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Denise
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I pass by the house that I grew up in every time I go for my walks. So much has changed and so much is still the same. I'm glad that I can see it whenever I feel the need to. Your poem is very sweet and brought back many memories for me. Denise |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
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Outdid yourself on this one Martie. What a treat to read and enjoy. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Martie I also enjoyed this lovely walk down memory lane. James |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Oh Martie...this really just moved me...I am sitting here with tears in my eyes I am! Wow...your imagery is absolutely superb. Your words truly bring your poetry to life my friend. Hey - are you submitting to publishers? For you should be. K |
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Martie
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Denise--I'm so glad to have brought some of your memories back with my poem. Mike--So happy you found a treat here. James--Thanks for walking with me. Kamla--Submitting yes...I have the rejection letters to prove it. |
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Kit McCallum
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Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
I found myself smiling and sighing as I walked through your nostalgic poem, and allowed my mind to idly slip in visions of my own past. This is so timely for me Martie, as just days ago, my mother and I took a side trip to my childhood home. We simply sat out front and held hands together ... no words were said aloud to break our magical spell. You've captured this feeling beautifully! Thanks for a lovely trip down memory lane, /Kit |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Martie - what a great poem! It brought back such sweet memories |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Wow Martie, that was beautiful. a wonderful journey down memory lane thanks for sharing. ------------------------ "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? " Douglas Adams. "Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto |
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