Well my friends, you’ve asked, and here it is. Our next Poem Collaboration will be using the anaphora: 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! Add your lines in the comments, and I will put them together to make a gorup poem. No deadline…write what makes your heart sing. Did you have favorite toys? Favorite activities as a child or a teen? Do you have family memories you’d like to share about your parents, children or loved ones? I can’t wait to hear them!
Mine: I REMEMBER
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October 10, 2015 at 11:11 am
Breadcrumbs
I remember times in life,
lost in woods pitch black at night.
Bright moonrays that shone through
showing me the way
out of the darkness
into the light of day.
As if morning had just begun,
again carefree and having fun.
Somewhere in my travels
I must have lost my way.
I’m looking for the breadcrumbs,
but I think they’ve blown away.
I remember younger days.
I found my way out of the maze.
On the other side,
sure the worst had passed.
Although it’s long ago
it all went by so fast.
Music from the Ice Cream truck,
playing stickball on the block.
High school graduation,
going off to college,
high aspirations,
endless search for knowledge.
I remember, to my regret,
so much I wish I could forget.
Mistakes I would unmake
though my heart will not unbreak
choices that went wrong,
painful lessons all along.
I remember life’s been full
tomorrow’s insistent pull.
I remember things come and go.
So much I will never know.
So very long since I was a boy.
Throughout I found my way to Joy.
M. Zane McClellan
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October 10, 2015 at 5:15 pm
Perfect. There are lots of stories in these lines…The ice cream truck always makes me smile…live the format too. I’m going to try that later today. 🙂
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October 11, 2015 at 7:48 pm
Yellow school buses carry
The small souls back and forth
Sets low back then
The backs of heads
I could plainly see.
He sat alone
Always there on the red leather
A stack of books by his side
And oh how I wanted him
To be only mine.
Michael was his name
And his little brown house
Across from the dairy farm
The scent of cows
Warm September days
He stood as the bus
Rolling slowly to a stop
I ran up behind him
Grabbing his small boy hand
And reaching out
Gave a shy kiss to his shocked mouth.
So proud I was
When reaching my house
Told my mom about the exciting day
Much to my dismay
She wasn’t happy
No not at all,
Boys have germs she promptly said
And sent me to my room instead
To wait to see if I’d get a spanking.
Today I laugh remembering that day
I didn’t die
From the bugs he spread,
But never tried it again just in case
Till nine years or so later
When I was the one in shock,
Fifteen and standing still
Like a deer in The headlights,
My how the times had changed.
Thanks for the invite…..so much fun.
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October 12, 2015 at 3:31 am
Too cute!
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October 12, 2015 at 2:34 pm
Thanks, the ice cream truck idea had already been used😊🍦 had to find something else…it works I think😊K
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October 11, 2015 at 8:20 pm
Oh Kim, how I enjoyed this! I could envision it so well.
“carry
The small souls back and forth”
:0) Thanks for sharing!
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