Well my friends, you’ve asked, and here it is. Our next Poem Collaboration will be: I REMEMBER…
What I love about this open ended topic is that we can write endlessly from any point of our lives. I can write a stream of consciousness without stopping, any memory that comes to me or focus on a specific age. No rules!
So here’s how to participate:. Just as before, you can add your contribution in the comment section of this poem, & I will place them in the order they come as soon as I possibly can. I will put your name (contributor) at the end of the piece in the same color as your contribution and the names will be in the same order as well. In a week, I will post the collaboration as a whole. (But we can always keep adding on!) Happy writing! ~ Marie
September 22, 2014 at 12:05 am
Hands held over the years,
Sometimes the distance stretched. . .
Other times, the ties held strong.
His strength carried her through,
Her conscience flowed through his mind.
I remember when I was a child~
How looking at their hands held tight,
Gave me hope, warmth and courage.
(To become the woman I am today.)
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September 22, 2014 at 12:30 am
I don’t know that I will write a poem, but your photo brings back ever so many memories.
September 22, 2014 at 1:24 am
Maybe you could write a journal entry that uses a repeating line of I remember…it’s kind of nostalgic..thanks for coming by!
September 22, 2014 at 8:11 pm
Hi Marie, saw this and thought of you (as they say lol)
all the best, Wren.
September 26, 2014 at 4:51 pm
This is AWESOME Wren! Thanks for thinking of me. Storytelling is another thing so near and dear to my heart. I appreciate this. Feel free anytime to drop those in my comments. Hope you can write some I remembers to add to our collections. :0)
September 24, 2014 at 5:16 pm
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I remember strapping on metal roller skates and racing down the driveway.
I remember Big Red and Pop Rocks and chicken bone candy and Now or Laters being the big rage.
I remember Firemen picnics mixing all the flavors into a horrid concoction but loving it anyway because we seldom got to drink soda and we’d get sick.
I remember driving “go-carts” my daddy made in the store parking lots because stores were closed on Sundays.
September 25, 2014 at 2:41 am
I remember our stickball streets,
shooting marbles, double-dutch feats..
Old truck tires that became swings,
playground races on monkey rings.
Water balloons we threw for fun,
on warm summer days in the sun.
Lemonade stands, penny candy,
Bazooka gum, always handy.
Raking leaves up into a pile,
to dive headlong as we all smiled.
Climbing into colorful trees,
an iron-n patch on my jean’s knees.
Blizzard snows that closed all the schools,
eating icicles, the eaves jewels.
Out all day until toes were numb,
sipping pretend Hot Buttered Rum.
I recall all season’s of life,
loves and losses, darkness and light.
Investments in who I’ve become,
reminders of life’s battles won.
M. Zane McClellan
September 25, 2014 at 3:59 am
Oh, you brought back such lovely memories! Thanks for JUMPING in! (leaves and all).
I’ll get it posted tomorrow evening. So excited to see what people bring. :0)
September 25, 2014 at 4:20 am
Iyou’re welcome. I love doing these type of collaborations, spurs some spontaneous writing for me. I had a lot of fun with Neha’s from forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com Thank you for doing it.
Please let me know if the link back (I forget what it’s called) worked from the post on my blog.
September 26, 2014 at 4:55 pm
The water balloon memory really brought back a funny story for me.
:0) I’m so glad you shared!
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September 26, 2014 at 4:53 pm
Yes, I love doing those with Neha. I am working on something for her as well. Yeah. I like to see everyone’s experiences because it brings back memories for me, and sometimes spurs my own writing. Have a GRAND weekend. I’m hoping to catch up on some sleeeeeeeppp. It’s been busy.
September 26, 2014 at 9:26 pm
I remember each song like it was a day,
Music to fit the moments
Happy or bittersweet
And they way the earth smelled with each thought
Of those days.
I remember I stood behind the house,
Summer smells filling my nose,
Warm summer air beating down on me,
In the distance the fire sirens calling
Lunch time, lunch time.
Skies so blue going on forever,
The sounds of cicadas covered the air with their droning lullaby
Fighting it with the sirens,
I was alone and six,
I looked back to see you smiling at me
As you stood watching in the kitchen window.
You came out shortly after,
Holding out your hand as if to say come
Let’s go together
Walking through grasses high
I remember that day
For it was the day
The earth sang to us
And I’ve not known a day of such perfection
I remember and smile.
September 27, 2014 at 7:11 pm
“And they way the earth smelled with each thought”
There are so many delicious thoughts in these memories Kim.
Thanks for sharing your journey with us. I will post it later
today my friend. You started my day with so much beauty. :0)
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October 8, 2014 at 6:15 pm
Hello Marie I was so busy with other posts therefore sending you a late reply. I hope you will appreciate my effort and enjoy walking the memory lane.
October 9, 2014 at 4:56 am
Awesome….no worries at all. Any and all contributions and memories are appreciated. I LOVE memory lane and will get it on there tomorrow. I have a class today. Thanks so very much for your contribution my friend!
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October 9, 2014 at 10:41 am
I appreciate it. Hugs, Soul.