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Laundry Day

Poetic Bloomings -INFORM POET – SHADORMA

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines (sestet) with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5. It can have many stanzas, as long as each follows the meter.

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Clean laundry
So neatly folded
In a pile
Makes me think
Of warm days, gentle breezes
My mother’s clothes line

Hung with the
Details of our lives
Dad’s blue shirts
My patched shorts
And the beautiful lacy
Slips my mother wore

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Draped In Memories

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We’re ‘hanging out’ with Lilian tonight

It hangs forlornly on the
Old cupboard door
Draped now in only memories
It was the favorite hanger the
One used for the very best clothes
A coal miner’s only suit – shiny with wear
A mother’s Sunday dress, home-made
Of yellow, cotton voile
A little girl’s new. first day of school
Dress, the pink one no one else had worn before
A young man’s striped suit for his wedding
This hanger that once witnessed every special
Occasion in a family’s life is
All that remains

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Looking For Love in the Home Depot

Looking For Love in the Home Depot

 

You tear things down
Remove the historical details
In favor of the smooth

The modern –
Roaming the aisles of
2x4s and plasterboard

And I, I long for color
And pattern and antiques-
Roaming the aisles of

Paint and knobs and
Curtains
Together we build a life

Composed of our differences
A home, a depot
Of collected memories

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My cousin challenged me to write a love poem about Home Depot

also posting on d’Verse Poets Pub – OLN

Posted in NaPoWriMo, poetry

Dream Dancing

NaPoWriMo Day Seventeen – a nocturne
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Dream Dancing

I sit alone sleep
will not come
day has long ago
dissolved into night
and the memory of you
is slowly fading
like the light
I grasp for scraps
of memory that glow
like embers in my mind
and fan them gently until
they warm my heart
my eyes begin to close and
we are once again dancing
In my dreams

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Onsies

d’Verse Poets – One Momento from Mish

Poetic Asides
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 387
“One” poem

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Onsies

a tiny silver time-machine
recovered from a drawer
transports me to a school
playground –
onsies, twosies, threesies
little girls sitting in a circle
no worries except
making it to tensies
where are they now
do they remember
playing ‘jacks’ at recess
or are they now too worried about
grown-up games