Paulette Calasibetta Poet Rictameter

A Boy Remembers

Treehouse
                                           Each weathered wrung
                                         Of summer days gone by
                                        Filled with memories still alive
                                 Untethered adventures were left behind
                                      In sleepy kingdoms far and wide
                                          Where magical dreams lie
                                                  And put aside
                                                    Treehouse





    Date: Feb. 9, 2022
    For: Give me a Rictameter! Poetry Contest
    Sponsored by: M.L. Kiser
    Placed 5th in contest

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Clive Blake May 16, 2022 at 1:31 AM Dear Paulette, I really like/am deeply touched by reflective poems such as this, it must be my age!! Good work. ~ Clive :) Paulette Calasibetta May 16, 2022 at 1:01 PM So glad you stopped by to visit "A Boy Remembers"~glad you enjoyed it. :)Paulette

James Marshall Goff February 19, 2022 at 12:04 AM Tight form...dreamily delivered, Paulette... Paulette Calasibetta February 19, 2022 at 7:19 AM Glad you enjoyed it.....did it bring back memories for you? :)Paulette

Eric Cohen February 17, 2022 at 7:11 PM Brings back nice memories. Thanks and congrats. Eric Paulette Calasibetta February 18, 2022 at 9:22 AM Glad I was able to evoke those young boy memories. Thanks for stopping by to comment. :)Paulette

Meghan Hutchings February 17, 2022 at 11:51 AM Congratulations! You did a beautiful job of bringing about feelings of nostalgia, even without having a treehouse. I love the phrase, "where magical dreams lie and put aside" because that's exactly what our favorite memories are, and your poem has reminded us to never forget them. Beautiful job! God bless and much love...Meghan Paulette Calasibetta February 18, 2022 at 9:25 AM Hi Meghan, thank you for stopping by to comment~I am delighted that my poem brought your favorite memories to life; we all have stored our memories in our own 'treehouses'. Blessings,Paulette

Michelle Faulkner February 16, 2022 at 2:41 PM Happy to return with congratulations on your win, very deserving! Paulette Calasibetta February 16, 2022 at 8:14 PM Thank you Michelle....glad you liked it. :)Paulette

Valsa George February 16, 2022 at 6:01 AM One of the passions of childhood and youth is to get into a tree house. As a child I remember having seen a tree house of the tribal people in the woods for the first time and grew jealous of their stay in the air. Thanks Paulette for reviving those memories ! Paulette Calasibetta February 16, 2022 at 8:15 PM Valsa, those are precious memories for sure! From my kitchen window I see the remnants of the treehouse and the memories come flooding in. Thanks for stopping by. :)Paulette

Delice Arleen Skelly February 16, 2022 at 2:52 AM Image of a treehouse is inspirational, giving rise to youthful dreams that have long since been dormant..nicely done ..Delice Paulette Calasibetta February 16, 2022 at 8:16 PM Glad you enjoyed it Delice. I can see the remnants of our old treehouse through my kitchen window and my memories come flooding in. :)Paulette

Andrea Dietrich February 13, 2022 at 9:03 PM an excellent example of this form. Love it. Paulette Calasibetta February 16, 2022 at 8:17 PM Thank you Andrea....it is not a form I do regularly but I do enjoy it. :)Paulette

William Kelii Kekaula February 12, 2022 at 1:47 AM Indeed, boyhood memories you've penned wondrously here, Paula. Embracing the youthful chapter that does not survive well in one's adulthood but does entertain magically in the process of aging my friend, Aloha~William! Paulette Calasibetta February 14, 2022 at 10:00 AM Aloha to you too William~ Thanks for stopping by to comment~Hope it brought those magical moments back to you. :)Paulette

Suzanne Delaney February 11, 2022 at 3:51 PM Love your rictameter, Paulette. What a great inspiration you had. A sure winner. SuZ Paulette Calasibetta February 14, 2022 at 10:02 AM Thank you Suzanne~ Yes, the remains of the treehouse reminds me everyday; as I look out my kitchen window. Those year long ago when my children spent magical days on great adventures. :)Paulette

Michael Tor February 11, 2022 at 11:52 AM Love this write Paulette. I takes me back as a child when our imaginations run wild, this piece reflects that perfectly. Be blessed... Paulette Calasibetta February 11, 2022 at 11:58 AM Glad you enjoyed it~I was inspired after looking out my kitchen window, seeing the remnants of what use to be a place were the greatest adventures happened for my son. Grown now, we share the memories. Blessings, Paulette

Joseph May February 11, 2022 at 11:01 AM I enjoyed reading this wonderful write, best wishes in the Contest Paulette Calasibetta February 11, 2022 at 11:59 AM Thank you for stopping by to comment~what is left of the old treehouse is filled with so many memories of my son when he was growing up. Ah...those care free days! Glad you enjoyed it. :)Paulette

Michelle Faulkner February 10, 2022 at 7:06 PM What a wonderful nostalgic piece, I can see the weathered wrungs of summers left behind, a touch melancholy also, reads like a winner to me! Paulette Calasibetta February 11, 2022 at 7:34 AM Thank you Michelle~I was inspired as I looked out of my kitchen window, remembering the countless days my son enjoyed exploring on adventures that his imagination took him. Thanks for stopping by with your uplifting comments. :)Paulette

Sotto Poet February 10, 2022 at 1:18 PM Hi, Paulette, you crafted a wonderful Rictameter. You selected the right subject as long as the use of the form. A great contest entry. Thanks for your visit and comment on my page.