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Butter Yellow

I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties. Stickers hide butter yellow behind princesses, animals, stars, happy faces, everything adhesive. About 50 inches up the walls.. stickers and fingerprints. Giggles echo. Spray paint and posters. Black light. Neon glow. Butter yellow, mostly invisible. A Disney princess peeks out from behind a band poster. Black clothes with silver chains and safety pins lay on the floor, Saturated in emotion. Bright Butter yellow patches. Dark splotches where dust clings to sticker adhesive. A scattering of scotch tape with just the corner of a poster stuck underneath.Shapes pressed in carpet. My breathing sounds too loud. Lifting your suitcase, I shut the door behind me.

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Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 6/11/2024 2:32:00 PM

i really like how you've written this, it's very modern and i would call it prose poetry, currently very popular - congrats on your win in craig's contest!

Crystol Woods
Date: 6/11/2024 7:39:00 PM

Wow that's so nice thank you! I guess we all have a certain style that will show itself the more we write. I don't feel I've gotten there yet but perhaps it's my first steps! Ty for your feedback, I cherish these comments like gold! Xo

Nette Onclaud

Date: 6/11/2024 12:08:00 AM

Hi crystal...congrats on your fascinating win...I like the staccato feel of your poem; it's quite urban and right on the alley of your theme...nice meeting ya!??

Crystol Woods
Date: 6/11/2024 6:41:00 AM

Nette,thats great feedback,ty! <3

Nette Onclaud
Date: 6/11/2024 12:09:00 AM

Crystol !

Susan Ashley

Date: 6/10/2024 7:22:00 PM

Dear Crystol, your potent pen spills an intimate scene full of nostalgia of the past "almost 19 years" and the heavy heartache of knowing this room will now be empty as you lift her suitcase and shut the door behind you. So deeply moving! Superb, sincere and soulful. Congratulations for your win in Craig's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Crystol Woods
Date: 6/10/2024 11:14:00 PM

Oh, Susan... you are the sweetest! I just finished reading yours..ehhem, experiencing yours! I feel bereft, shocked, dazed. I couldn't possibly understand your high level writing yet, not until I've studied a few more centuries lol... but that's the beauty of it! I didn't have to catch EVERYTHING, every layer, because I FELT it. Anyway, I thank you for your lovely thoughts about my empty room! Xo

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/6/2024 1:17:00 PM

wow, is this for that empty room contest or whatever? This is REALLY good. So poignant too. I understood it just the way you explained it to Tom

Crystol Woods
Date: 6/6/2024 1:34:00 PM

Yay!!! Yes it is, thank you so much! I just kept thinking about how empty that room will be without my baby girl. They call it empty nest right? Mine will be soon so I'll enjoy every Full moment! Ty again Andrea!

Tom Woody

Date: 6/6/2024 4:18:00 AM

This is so emotional Crystol, I can feel it, but I'm not sure about the conclusion. She's obviously revisiting her old room, but who's suitcase, her former little girl self? Is she leaving home? Under difficult circumstances?

Crystol Woods
Date: 6/6/2024 1:37:00 PM

Oh not at all... you just have more imagination to take it in different directions! Yep! My only living child, Rosalie(we call her Rosie), she'll be graduating high school next year then off to college! Sniff...

Tom Woody
Date: 6/6/2024 12:19:00 PM

Oh gosh I had no idea you had one that old. I think that's what threw me off but now it all makes sense. Takes me a while... Lol

Crystol Woods
Date: 6/6/2024 8:59:00 AM

I suppose that would be up to the reader but when I wrote this I was thinking of my daughters room. I decorated the nursery, then it slowly progressed into her styles at all ages. This coming year she's a senior and I was imagining cleaning out her room for college....sigh.