Across the darkening expanse between
our house and the family next door
they sat gathered, I couldn't be seen.
The carpeted floor, dark wood dining table
with a platter, plates, bowls, and real creme,
so much food I thought the table unstable.
Not staring like a boarish swine,
just being stuck on just how stark
the difference, from their table and mine...
oh...mine, a well-used reassigned
card table, with a bent leg, propped
with a book with a broken spine
Our dishes with the cracks and a chip
or two showing strains from being thrown
but not shattered, the last time he did flip.
Pressing my mind to search across the zones
of time for a twinkling of sameness
in their family and mine...
Coming again, ever so alone...
there was no sameness, their family and mine.
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Writing Prompt |
Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.
No more than 20 lines.
No free verse. |
Author Notes
TODAY'S WRITING PROMPT Childhood POETRY CONTEST
Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.
No more than 20 lines. No free verse.
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