Neighborhood Memories

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings - Prompt #341
"Home Is Where The Poem Is"

"Take the place you were born, where you grew up, or somewhere you lived, and use it is the base of your poem."

This poem is . . .
living on the streets
of Brooklyn.  Spin a
top, string a yoyo.
Roller skates of heavy
steel.  Clamps to adjust
with a key. Skate away!

This poem is . . .
a grownup on the blocks
of Brooklyn, where I
lived in several
buildings with high
ceilings, and large

When people ask me
where I'm from, Brooklyn
is my answer.  It has held 
my heart in its grip
all these years.

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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