it was here I first sipped Rakia by Nom de Plume at All poetry

I guess it was the smell of country,
the pure aroma
of air's fresh breath

days where innocence ran barefoot
and carefree
never had deeper meaning;

how as kids we'd frolic
in mock battles
of wireless heroes

yet when evening
joined the promise
of mother's cooking

we'd quiet and listen,
settle into cushions
of warm summer's grass

and beg grandfather
to continue telling his story.

Author notes

prompt: image on contest page
the letter I've left unwritten, by nerdynotdirty@ deviantart.com

Rakia (also Rakija) is fruit brandy that is produced by distillation of fermented fruit; it is a popular beverage throughout the Balkans, Italy, and France.

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Night Hope
November 27
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This is quite lovely - a subtle capturing of a loving reminiscence, Poet. Good luck in Jin's contest.
Mango Memories
November 26
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this. is special.
JinSays
November 22
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nice.
and Im thinking he never wrote them down to share after his passing?
sometimes I think half the stories my grandfather told were made as he went along.
he'd never tell one the same way twice. I loved this lovely little beauty of a poem, thank you love.
jin
azure85
November 19

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HOODWINKED!
What a wonderful story, that is still waiting to be unfurled as the audience waits on every word. An excellent take on the prompt, and a delight to read.
SteveS
November 17

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What an absolutely beautiful poem. The simplicity and purity of heart is so refreshing.
ScarletO
November 15

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Excellent imagery and reminded me of my grandfather too.
Rend the Veil
November 10

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days long pass, words from legacy lips
written on the tablets of your heart forever
embeded imortal, just a stunning write Rob,

love and blessings

Rend
poetryality
November 10

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Ah, childhood memories and stories told by grandparents always make me smile and sigh a pleasing sigh of joy. Your words flowed effortlessly and shared with us a wondrous story of times gone by. I would love to revisit my youthful days with my grandmother in a little valley in Pennsylvania. She had been dead since 1993, and most of my elders are with her now so, I would only have to write as you have done here to go back. A beauteous work of poetry, and ever so serene. I wish you well in the contest.

Much Love ♥

Renee
Dobar Dan
November 9

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I Like This Poem - Lol
It brings back memories of when I drank my first rakija - got tipsy at that - my parents are from Hrvatska (Croatia)- I always thought rakija was whiskey - brandy made from plums was s'livovitsa - your poem tells a beautiful story of childhood - I like the line on mother's cooking - mmmmmmmmmmm - my mom was the best cook on Earth for sure - keep on keeping on - Bless God - Joe - dobar dan -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- zdravlje -
rako is slang for rakija
- Nom de Plume
  November 9
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  thanks for your kind comments... I tasted my first Rakija in a town called Ploce`, where the memorial is, we climbed right up to the top and were rewarded with a taste.. My father is originally from a small town called Loviste`, which is on the other side of Orebic, across from Korcula... I was there in 1997, meeting family... I loved the place.. also spent some time in Split and did the walk around Dubrovnik... memories I will cherish until I die..
  Hvala..
Oh.My.Juliet
November 9

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I love the adjectives you used, they flow so well with this piece. Thanks for sharing!

x
Uniquely Conformed
November 9

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very descriptive
this is beautifully written. i might try this rakia one day...
susansalisbury
November 9

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well done
simple and universal in feeling... I enjoyed the "mock battles of wireless heroes."
Please explore that further in another.
Susan Salisbury
happy kitty kat
November 9

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"we'd quiet and listen,
settle into cushions
of warm summer's grass

and beg grandfather
to continue telling his story." this was my favorite part of the whole poem i liked this part verY very much! irt made me think of my grandpa....aw....
rollingzen
November 9

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poem feels unfinished....I'd like to know something of 'grandfather's' story.....
Desire
November 8

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This is a Beauty!
Love the way You penned this my Friend and the weaving
of words also the taste this delivers
Powerfully Brilliant~
You have a way of allowing the words to dance~
so the Reader can feel as if there~
Adore the last two lines~...
Keep that quill dancing
Thank You for sharing Your Voice
Best wishes in the contest~
with love & light~ Desire~*~
Manda Kathryn
November 6

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I honestly have tears on my face after reading this, which is kind of embarrassing so I'm really glad no one else is awake in this house so they can't see it, but wow.

there is something so simple yet touching about this; it hits that spot within the heart that I personally buried long ago, forgetting what youth and innocence felt like with mothers cooking and hearing stories;

I can't stop the tears
Girl-Interrupted
November 6

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love it... so warm and inviting.. nostalgia at its finest.. is there anything you cant write about?
stef-witt
November 6

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This is absolutely stunning. I don't have more words to offer you, and I'm sorry about that. But I don't know what words would do it justice. Well done!!