redbud mornings,
apricot afternoons,
breeze-riffled eucalyptus evenings,
diamond-pulsed velvet nights,
‘til my mortality’s cup is unreplenished...
from the lap-memories
of children grown wizened,
this cherished gift –
lavishly spread
like comb-honey
over my sun-toasted childhood,
nourishing sweetness of Family -
laughter, old tales,
song;
autumn’s swept fireplace laid
by gnarled hands
against a coming bitter night
when their snowy heads
rise not in Spring;
a remembrance prepared
of light and warmth for
a chill
they experienced in turn
cradled in my heart,
their thoughts, memories,
humor, hymns;
polished in their trial-pressed oils,
a glowing amber treasury
to transmit
to our heirs
Author notes
prompt: aging amber, 100 words, no use of "love" or "life"
A contest entry
- PIF by Virgoan.
400 points, ended November 19, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow! I like the imagery executed here. Nice interpretation of the prompt.
Thanks for sharing and keep writing.
VIRGOAN
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Thank you, Virgoan, for your comment and clappies
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oh wow....I think this is a poem your great grandmother would be proud of!
very well done!
this is an EXCELLENT write...you have executed and maintained your metaphor wonderfully!
every line is vivid and strong...the line breaks are perfect!
this is the most impressive poem I've witnessed from your talented pen...
you are certainly living up to your beautiful heritage...and it is a delight to read your poetry!
Wow...
Blessings! Tammy
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Thank you, Tammy, for taking time to read and comment! I am very blessed with loving Family that shared, that wrote, that recorded, and...were packrats!!! On my Mom's side, few stories and fewer songs, there is just not as much passed on, and no surviving siblings to ask Blessings and peace!
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