Topic: Growing up
Posted: 02 Jul, 2009 - 20:31, Post Subject: Growing up
Growing up
My sisters, lost sisters,
the years have passed and pulled us apart.
Was it an illusion we were together,
a painted life taking shape on its own?
A chain of hands braiding,
packing lunches, skipping off to school -
Friday night trips to the drive-in
crammed in our flannel jammies,
nylon sleeping bags twisted and bundled
suffocating joy in the back of
mom’s station wagon -
Those summers, sitting scorching
thighs burning turning roasted beet red,
Missile pops melting faster than we could eat them,
endless rounds of Miss Mary Mac -
Failed relationships failing faster
than our fears ever imagined.
My sisters, lost sisters,
did we ever act as one?
Biting anger reserved for each other,
forks flung without thought -
loving kindness, easy smiles,
exchanges absent that should be ours.
Our family is not unique,
perhaps a product of excess?
Blood and gore in an instant
forced forgiveness the next.
Submitted by Auntcat on 04 Jul, 2009 07:54 AM
For sure...do you remember stepping on a soda or tin can,
lengthwise so that when you crush it, it pinches your shoe, in a
kind of vice clamp, then riding your bike with the tinned foot
dragging on the asphalt making sparks? Loved that. Glad you liked
my poem. Hope you are enjoying your summer!
never tried that on a bike but made great "robot shoes" to clomp around in.
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Submitted by Vanessa1 on 03 Jul, 2009 07:34 PM
I really love the ending--I have a brother and a sister--both
younger. Sometimes I wonder we did not kill each other.The poem
really brought back memories--drive ins, The Popsicle Man--do you
remember those skates that clamped to your shoes and the key on a
string around your neck?
For sure...do you remember stepping on a soda or tin can, lengthwise so that when you crush it, it pinches your shoe, in a kind of vice clamp, then riding your bike with the tinned foot dragging on the asphalt making sparks? Loved that. Glad you liked my poem. Hope you are enjoying your summer!
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Submitted by Auntcat on 03 Jul, 2009 03:24 PM
I really love the ending--I have a brother and a sister--both younger. Sometimes I wonder we did not kill each other.The poem really brought back memories--drive ins, The Popsicle Man--do you remember those skates that clamped to your shoes and the key on a string around your neck?
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Submitted by Vanessa1 on 03 Jul, 2009 04:25 AM
Hello Vanessa,
I have three brothers (no sisters).
As I read your poem, I found myself wondering once again how different my life might have been (might be now) if I had sisters.
Is this your original poem?
Some of my favorite lines/phrases:
"crammed in our flannel jammies"
"nylon sleeping bags twisted and bundled"
"thighs burning turning roasted beet red"
Thank you so much for sharing,
Holly
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Hey Holly,
Thanks for your kind words - I love to hear comments on what I
write, be it good or bad. Yes, it is an original poem. I'm trying
to write one poem a week. Not much, really, but for me it is a lot.
I would never consider myself a poet, just, maybe, a writer
aspiring to express herself like a poet.
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Submitted by Smiling7 on 02 Jul, 2009 11:28 PM
Hello Vanessa,
I have three brothers (no sisters).
As I read your poem, I found myself wondering once again how different my life might have been (might be now) if I had sisters.
Is this your original poem?
Some of my favorite lines/phrases:
"crammed in our flannel jammies"
"nylon sleeping bags twisted and bundled"
"thighs burning turning roasted beet red"
Thank you so much for sharing,
Holly
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