Seeking Space

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Micro-Poetry, “Long-Ago Rooms”
Write a poem of between 1 and 12 lines, in a form of your choice.  (posted by Kerry)


red carpet – a room in Carmel
red sunset on golden beach

musty scent of old cabin
on top of a grassy hill

a turtle made of stone
in a childhood playground

How do I find a house
sufficient to store these memories?

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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19 Responses to Seeking Space

  1. It’s in our hearts I suppose – I drove by my Grandmother’s house years ago – it had changed so and the climbing roses a distant memory…


  2. So wonderful, those memories!


  3. Robert says:

    memories are the fuel of the soul…it keeps the flame burning


  4. elleceef says:

    A wonderful memorial to a special place and happenings, some things we just can’t replace. Enjoyed you poem very much 🙂


  5. I think Margaret has the right answer.


  6. kanzensakura says:

    A memorial to what was and is no more.


  7. Jim says:

    The house may be gone but the memories stay. The house where I was born and raised in has been bulldozed down and burned. The memories seem to grow, the more I think of that house.


  8. sanaarizvi says:

    So lovely those memories!!💞


  9. lynn__ says:

    Please add another couplet…or two. Delightful!


  10. Waltermarks says:

    So many beautiful memories. I guess you just have to let some of the mementos go after a while


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