491 Mitscher st.

I recollect on my old home and the things that happened there.

The Grass was green when we got there

The house was Clean and Pretty and Innocent

I wanted to stay there Forever

But the sun sank and the crickets began their hostile symphony

the House was no longer clean and pretty and innocent.

I couldn’t wait to Leave

The Grass was dead when we left.

Author's Note

no capitalization and the capitalization certain words is intentional.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This brief, somber poem seems to reflect the beginning and ending of a phase or phases of a life. The time when the grass was green is probably childhood, when life is seen through innocent, untried eyes. After the night of the hostile cricket symphonies (good imagery), we hear the testimony of someone older, whose view bears the pains of experience, after which the grass is no longer green. There is no longer a desire to stay. The last verse, a single line, states the grass was dead at the time of departure. It all adds up to rough beginnings. I hope things eventually got better. Well done.

[that_awkward_ho]

Thanks for the review, you really got the meaning spot on. :)

[angel]

This piece was short, but poignant. I admire your ability to encapsulate your story
like that.You mention that your unorthodox use of capitalization is intentional. I don't see any need for that, but art is subjective, I know.
Is it the same with the punctuation?

[that_awkward_ho]

Thanks for the review. Regarding punctuation, it depends on what I'm trying to say, when I put 'Grass' capitalized that was because I wanted to show that i'm not talking about grass, I'm talking about something else. Though there are time when I think I do over-do it.