Nette Onclaud Poet Narrative

Moments In Our Farmhouse

Most often,  I would affectionately ponder and recall how  magical times were
in our  farmhouse— daisies,  herbs, and even pebbles  glossed by the amber of sunlight, while  Grandma would ramble about  compassion or patience in times when difficulties seemed to overwhelm my very  instinct ;

her fingers curling through my youthful thumbs:  yet at 21,  the rebel in me defied all stories on kindness, her croons entering the anvil  then out the other ear, to whiff away in autumn’s breeze...As years rolled on, Grams’ promptings built my will-- buttressed my days, my adult days through crossways of doubt. 

Relishing how gentle her laughter was, our moments together make it harder now in spaces of my heart as I lay daisies on her crypt. I know, I know... I weep.



9/29/2018
For  Silent One: Lines Of Ten That Remind You What It Was Like Back Then Contest

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Line Gauthier October 11, 2018 at 7:11 PM Lovely, nette. Congrats on your well deserved gold medal win.

Talin Kalishian October 11, 2018 at 11:08 AM Beautifully said , i can almost hear your heart beats , ;) thank you for sharing

Silent One October 5, 2018 at 5:55 AM Lovely memories, lovely lines.. Congratulations on first place in the contest...

Suzanne Delaney October 3, 2018 at 6:23 PM Beautiful memories masterfully penned. Touching emotions and closure with how you circled back to the daisies. Big hugs, SuZ

Paul Callus October 1, 2018 at 4:06 PM I love this, Nette...I, too, was brought up at my grandparents' windmill and farm. Like you I have many happy memories, and I learned a lot from them, though at the time I was not conscious of that. Your narrative is very poetic. ~ Hugs // paul

Ravi Sathasivam September 30, 2018 at 3:22 AM Excellent. Lovely childhood memories. Well penned. Thanks for sharing it.

Arthur Vaso September 30, 2018 at 1:25 AM This is a bit different than your usual writes but is so wonderful to read!

Faraz Ajmal September 29, 2018 at 7:01 AM That is what life is, we move on and on and only a memory is left behind, the sweet memories of our beloved one, of how happy life was back then, but the problem is that those moments are never going to come back, it is past, so what we can do is to utilize every moment to its fullest and enjoy it as much as we can, coz when it's gone, it is never going to come back, your this poem was certainly a joy to read, I wish you best of luck in the contest, good luck and have a really nice day

James Marshall Goff September 28, 2018 at 11:25 PM You enjoyed her love for you in your youth...imprinted the the good person you are today...

M. L. Kiser September 28, 2018 at 9:28 PM I only had a chance to know one grandparent, my Mom's Mom. I had a step-grandmother on Dad's side but, she wasn't the nicest person. My Mom's Mom's death when I was about 5, really hit me hard; I still see every feature of her face and feel her love. You've penned a beautiful sentiment about yours; well done!

Tom Cunningham September 28, 2018 at 6:55 PM Lovely memories Nette. Tom

Frederic Parker September 28, 2018 at 6:08 PM to have known my grandparents, all 4 perished before I knew them...you have been blessed, dear poet...

Heidi Sands September 28, 2018 at 5:51 PM Very well written. I can feel what you have expressed here. Good luck in the contest Nette :)

Vijay Pandit September 28, 2018 at 4:48 PM A thoughtful reflection on the affectionate place of your childhood. Your walk in the past in the company of grandma is quite touching and sincerely felt..no wonder it ends in tears. Excellent depiction, nette. Best for a win at the TOP.