Suburban Seasons

Written for:  dVerse Poets – Poetics, Suburb Poetry   (guest host:  Oloriel)
“What makes a poem into a suburban poem? I would not want to go on a limb and define it myself, nor use some strict formula or definition. I would say it is the feel that the poem leaves, the difference in scenery, the constant physical and metaphysical presence of animals, wilderness, gardens, curtains. Combinations that seem esoteric, worded that way, whilst in a modern poem they would be a normal thing.”

“How does one go about writing a suburban poem?
I would say, keep yourself emotionally in the suburbs, shed the characteristics of a modern environment. Be free, be strange.
I suggest including flora and fauna in your poem.
Rhyming and repetition do a great job at depicting the haziness of the suburbs
Think of motives of longing, melancholy and repeated cycles”

Leaves have been raked,
they wait in special bags
for garbage day.

You can smell Spring in the air,
all grills are fired up
in each backyard.

Thump, thump, thump,
high jumping basketball players
are at hoops.

Children in shorts rubberneck,
try to catch first glimmer
of the ice cream truck.

Scent of grass percolates up and down
neighborhood blocks.  Lawnmowers whine
on Saturdays.

Grass is cut, gathered and placed
in special colored containers,
waiting for garbage day.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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17 Responses to Suburban Seasons

  1. All that work to keep it tidy… I prefer meadows and trees… and letting the leaves be..

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  3. I love this especially “Children in shorts rubberneck, try to catch first glimmer of the ice cream truck.” 🙂

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  4. lillian says:

    I’m late to post and late to read on this prompt…
    I especially like the stanzas about the children waiting for the ice cream truck and the one about the scent of new mown grass. My dad had an electric lawn mower so he dragged the cord behind him…but then he worked for the Commonwealth Edison Company (electricity) so maybe that’s why. But it was weird to see. But I do remember that scent — 😊

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  5. frankhubeny says:

    You reminded me of the backyard grills and the basketball hoops over driveways that I also associate with suburbs.

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  6. Oloriel says:

    This poem sounds so peaceful, serene and unsuspecting. It reminded me also of garbage day we have here, in my suburbs, or more so Garbageman day. On this day, all the garbage man hold a great sale for all the things they scavenged in the trash. The prices are symbolic, usually an item being 1 dinar each. They have almost non existent salary in my country, so it helps them. I remember my mother would always buy postcards and letters from them, then gift them to me. Your poem made me remember this, so thank you for it!

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  7. Grace says:

    Our garbage days are very Monday so this reminded me to pack it up tidily ~ Smells of grill and grass….can’t wait for spring season to arrive ~ Thanks for joining us Sara ~

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  8. Bev says:

    What a perfect description of suburbia…..Any Street, Anywhere U S A! Just a short drive from the ghetto….. Something to think about.

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  9. lynn__ says:

    The smell of mown grass and sound of ice cream truck…thanks for sparking pleasant memories 🙂

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