Sitting In Your Kitchen

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings In-Form:  Decuain

“Our return to the Decuain (pronounced deck•won), features a short poem made up of 10 lines. There are 10 syllables per line, and the poem is written in iambic pentameter. It may be written on any subject.”

You may choose among 3 rhyme schemes:

ababbcbcaa,  ababbcbcbb, or  ababbcbccc

We sat in kitchen of your empty house
now silent without your laughter, your smile,
to sort out your belongings as if brow-
sing through a shop, having chills all the while.
I wished to clink glasses to toast your style,
discuss memories that we both enjoyed.
You live in each painting, and in book piles.
You used humor when sad times could destroy.
In looking at possessions, I see how
they were part of you. I’ll take care, I vow.

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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4 Responses to Sitting In Your Kitchen

  1. V.J. Knutson says:

    It’s so surreal to be in someone’s house after their death. I’ve had to do this for a few relatives, and always it feels invasive.

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  2. Marie Elena says:

    This expresses it. Captures its mood, and its heart. Well done.


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