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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
Carpe Diem #1239 shifted flowers (unknown artist)
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pressed flowers
faded memories
in a book
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I’ve been absent from this communty of Haiku poets for a while. Good to be back.
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
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
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O Christmas tree
Proudly bearing on
your outstretched branches
Bright lights and
Tender memories
And each year
In your shadow
Linger those we’ve loved
~
Merry Christmas memories to you.
Candy
At B&Ps Shadorma and Beyond, Bastet has introduced us to the Shadorma Summation – write a poem (about a sad moment in this prompt) with a Shadorma as ending
Left Bereft
once you were gone
part of my history
vanished with you
I’m left behind with
no one who knows me
the way a sister does
no one who loved me from
the moment of
my birth
~
now I must
carry on alone
memories
to comfort
or make me giggle again
like when we were kids
mother’s memories
lined up on a white table
weekend yard sale
she spent her life accumulating
bits and pieces that
meant something to her
reminders of friends
family, vacations, pets
shiny trinkets, tacky knick knacks
each one held a memory
and she smiled at the sight of them
now the remains of her life
as being sold at a flea market
destined to become another’s memories
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Real Toads – Day 16 (just 1 day late)
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