Andrea Dietrich Poet Verse

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These are images I found on Google that show some of my childhood memories. Can't believe that little old house that ten of us lived crammed into is foreclosed on right now!

My family lived across from the cemetery, which was four blocks long and also two to three blocks deep. Weed Park had a zoo in those days, duck pond to skate on in winter, and the pool I loved so much in the summer. The city was most famous for the Bridge, which was exploded the year I graduated high school and a new one was put up!

 

In Death's Dream - Life's Brevity

A grey frame house and backyard swing
call out to me
from somewhere buried deep in time -
a memory.

A river front and 60’s band
are beckoning -
symbols of beginnings of
my reckonings.

Ostensibly,
I cannot travel back in time,
or I would be
there dancing, not making rhyme.

Oh, can it be
the parks and wooded spots I knew
now withering -
will cease to be when I am through?

Except in dreams!
Were folks and my old haunts the same
revisited,
then on no stone would live my name.

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Brandon Carter July 27, 2015 at 11:29 PM We're in the same boat!!!

Suzanne Delaney July 20, 2015 at 5:24 PM Love the line' from somewhere deep in time- a memory.' All of a sudden time seems to run out. Enjoyed your reflections. Congratulations Luv, SuZ

Daver Austin July 18, 2015 at 2:18 PM Did I already read this one? You wizard! You know just how to get to me. Half the time I'm running those old streets of neighborhood in my mind. I'm so fortunate to have had a happy childhood - lots of love and fun. Now I send you lots of love, old buddy. daver

Viv Wigley July 15, 2015 at 10:41 PM written, even. What is it with this keyboard today? x

Viv Wigley July 15, 2015 at 10:41 PM Well writeen and well done, Andrea, Viv x

Poet Destroyer A July 15, 2015 at 1:46 AM Hi Andrea, Congrats on your win. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

Skat A July 14, 2015 at 12:11 AM Andrea, Congratulations on your sweet win. Love SKAT

Richard Lamoureux July 13, 2015 at 7:47 PM I enjoyed the poem and the pre pictures and history. I see Casarah liked it as well. Congratulations!

Lycia Harding July 13, 2015 at 5:01 PM Love it! 7+ xoxo

Constance La France July 13, 2015 at 4:58 PM Andrea , a big congratulations on your placement with this beautiful write and thanks for visiting my, sweet mask poem

Jan Allison July 13, 2015 at 12:46 PM Dropping back with my congrats Andrea:-) hugs Jan xx

Daver Austin July 13, 2015 at 11:33 AM The house and neighborhood have always been an obsession with me. "or I would be there, not making rhyme." Gulp! Love this here marvel of nostalgia. Love, daver

Casarah Nance July 13, 2015 at 8:59 AM Wow I couldn't see the pictures when I was judging. This was very descriptive, a great story through time. :)

Joseph May July 12, 2015 at 9:04 PM A picture can bring a flood of emotions....I enjoyed this reminiscent piece Andrea...hugs

Jennifer Walker July 12, 2015 at 1:47 PM Making me cry, seeing the grey house we lived in for so many years, being foreclosed on. Well at least it's not condemned like it was after Mom moved. Andrea Dietrich July 12, 2015 at 5:45 PM yes, jenny I hope it never gets torn down or something. Remember the first time we saw it, it was not this pretty blue grey, but just that typical dark grey kind of color?

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser July 12, 2015 at 4:05 AM Andie, a rainbow of memories... beautiful!~Olive Eloisa =")

Brandon Carter July 12, 2015 at 12:43 AM I really like the style you wrote this in. Very terse yet wonderful. Andrea Dietrich July 12, 2015 at 12:45 AM thanks for saying so!

Matthew Anish July 11, 2015 at 9:45 PM In the Jewish prayer book life is called "The dream that flies away". I like the bittersweet quality of this poem. I have just posted a poem with remembrances of my youth. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Connie Marcum Wong July 11, 2015 at 5:48 PM I delighted in viewing all of the pictures that added such charm to your poem Andrea. Good luck in the contest and thanks for sharing a personal part of yourself! Hugs, Connie

Alexis Y. July 11, 2015 at 5:18 PM Andrea, this is a well written piece.Thanks for sharing your memories with us. Excellent job! Good luck in the contest:) Alexis(7)

John Lawless July 11, 2015 at 10:53 AM We flee the past not knowing that we can't outrun the future. If this doesn't do well in the contest I will alert the "gendarmerie poetique".

Tim Smith July 11, 2015 at 9:05 AM A fabulous piece Andrea. I will tell my nephew about your old house. He is getting married next June and now works in Muscatine.

Judy Konos July 11, 2015 at 8:13 AM Excellent...as is your imagination ...and the recalling of the past...makes one wish they too had been there...Thank you, I enjoyed

Sara Kendrick July 11, 2015 at 7:44 AM Reads like a winner..Life gets by in a hurry..It is so good to have lived though..I would not want to go back but only go forward..Great work that reads like a winner..Wonderful sight that porch on the house..Sara

Anne-Lise Andresen July 11, 2015 at 7:06 AM - No, we can not go back in time ..... but dream about the time that was - A great poem, Andrea! - Good luck in contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

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