english strawberry

our old house with the small peach tree

that grew alongside my bedroom window,

the fruit was sweet and the branch hung low.

we moved out after winter of 2009,

goodbye splintery wood that framed the doors,

and flat cut-up carpet on the basement floor.

what good can come out of this?

yellow seeds and pink cheeks,

i wish sweet things could last forever.

Author's Note

an ode to a childhood home.

Reviews

[schlanks]

This is so inviting. I feel like a guest in the home described. I asked my parents last I visited if they had pictures of the first house I lived in. They didn't, so this poem speaks for me even when the details are so personal to you. I love that.

[willweb]

Your style is very creative and the brushstrokes of your words paint some truly imaginative portraits. Your poem today is filled with vivid colors and soft textures. Nicely done.

[jaye river]

thank you for reading and for your kind words!

[DIVYA]

That was such a beautiful bedroom window. It brought on some of my own memories. Of things past that were really sweet, now gone. Good things and good times fly away. Loved it.

[jaye river]

thank you divya for sharing your thoughts and kind words as always

[Chris Shaw]

Reading you reminded me too of a peach tree in my grandmother’s garden. I have such vivid and fond memories and also of my own childhood home. I enjoyed the imagery you have created here jaye river.

Chris

[jaye river]

that's so sweet, i'm glad it reminded you of something so fond like that. thank you for sharing

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written. Enjoyed reading

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Your tercet poem providing lovely discriptions of your memories. We all see such memories through a lens narrowed by the atherosclerosis of time and I wonder just how accurate such memories are?

[nadia dmitri]

Such a pretty and meaningful description, I love the imagist theme mixed with the metaphors, great job :)

[jaye river]

thank you nadia :)