painted house
in a house painted yellow,
our memories grow old .
created years before
with pictures on Polaroid.
it had a metal roof and an
antenna made with aluminum
foil. the t.v. never got good
reception, but we hardly
ever watched it anyway.
to busy making songs
out of scrabble words, and
castles out of sands of salt.
but the fun we had...
like the time the skunk
came in the front door,
and you had to bathe
for days in tomato soup.
how the memories do fade,
those Polaroid pictures are
now to brittle to hold. our
house painted yellow, has
turned a darkened gold.
the words this week were: brittle, aluminum foil, polaroid, skunk, salt
10 comments:
Your poem is beautiful. I love how you incorporated these 5 words into your poem and how you made this about your childhood home. Wonderful job. Have a nice night. I'm off to exercise now.
thanks michelle, but it's not actually about my childhood home, just something someone once told me about living in a yellow house sparked a poem made of memories.
I loved your poem, it was great. I never got involved with a skunk, but I had a dog that did....wasn't very pleasant for him either! :-) This was a great little story, thanks for sharing it.
excellent.. very easy flow and a good story too... loved it... i am still fighting with mine....
Love the final comment loaded with extra meaning ~ yellow turning gold!
A great write!
Gemma
A beautiful remembrance.
Excellent.
lovely nostalgic poem, I like the mention of the skunk...
Nice job! You created a nostalgic picture, for sure!
loved the painted yellow house turned a darkened gold... but most of all ..the castles out of sands of salt...
It may have been made up, but it felt like real memories, love the flow.
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