This week’s challenge is:
I remember.
Basically you have to start the poem with that and end it with the line: I really miss that.
I thought it would be a great way to stir up some fun memories from childhood, and it did!
I don’t know about my brothers, but I wrote down five different ones, breaking my own rules for times by going over the number of lines!
(and that really long poetic Davis writer, Billy, stayed in the rules this time!)
By the way, here’s a nice Davis family pic, so you can see little Wilhem (which we used to call Billy)
And our sister Debbie too!
I don’t want you to think we are ignoring her or that we don’t like her.
She is very busy with her successful photography business, and that’s not one bit sarcastic.
We’re hoping we can get her on here sometime though.
Probably if we do a limerick challenge, since she already has a good one written.
Ok, without further ado, the poems:
I remember…
I remember Sundays in the family room,
Family gathered, sweat lathered, ceiling lights shattered,
Jukebox playing, boom boom,
Fire roaring, Dad snoring, never at all boring,
Fun for all one can assume,
The wood chute, Fisher price alley oops, what a hoot,
In one week fun would resume,
Back when I was a little brat, I really miss that.
VERSUS
Working in the garden
I remember…
the day we sifted through the entire garden.
Dad set up the screen and showed us if we just fling the dirt
off of our shovel, how it sifts through and the rocks fall.
The soft whispering sounds of the sifting
the hard thuds of the rocks as they slid down the screen
and the occasional light roll of a wooden marble
we found a few that day, their colors dulled from time spent underground.
Back when all it took to feel like a magical day
was finding a little token from the past that you could keep.
I really miss that.
and, VERSUS!
A Teapot Scorned
I remember Sunday in a bustling basement, when I heard of a fellow named God,
A caring creator, all-knowing perhaps; but his autobiography’s odd;
At the end of his best-selling book there’s an epilogue, promising famine and flame,
I’ll spare you specifics, but spoiler alert: it makes Michael Bay movies look tame!
It’s stated by self-proclaimed prophets of late that this end of an era draws nigh,
While I’d just as soon live to see twenty-thirteen, the apocalypse has an up-side:
The unleashing of evil on panicking people, while tragic, is proof of the fact,
That a God, although petty and pissed, can be thought to exist; I really miss that!
Vote if you wanna.
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p.s. Our titles are kind of a poem!
I remember…
working in the garden,
a teapot scorned.
Thanks for reading.
And try your hand at a “I remember” poem in the comments.
We’d love to see what you come up with!
Until next time,
KE
