Sparks of Memory

I stayed on the shore
built pyramids in the sand
Close to the water’s edge
And watched them
Become the sea

I could always build another
They suffered no loss, no father, no mother

If I ventured too far
Who would rebuild me

A scarecrow hangs lifeless
Except in the wind
After a while
No one pays any mind
To a painted smile

Jasmine grew elsewhere
All I knew was the tea
How sad to have all that beauty
But give only crushed leaves

And bubblegum was my vice
If I only knew
It would add to the price

Memories surface under a direct spotlight
Emerging from the fog

Linking with Linda Kruschke and Paint Chip Poetry. The theme is hometown, and the words are jasmine, pyramids, bubblegum, spotlight, scarecrow, sand, and fog.  Mixed memories. Some good, some not so good.  I miss the salt air and waves.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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2 Responses to Sparks of Memory

  1. This is stunning! I love the first three stanzas particularly, but the whole poem makes such wonderful use of the prompt words.

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