Rhoda Tripp Poet Rhyme

The Attic

They're treasures to me, so I don't mind.
My Aunt Ellie in tow, right behind.
I climb the ladder, lift wooden door.
There are piles of stuff strewn the floor.

She recites the story about Aunt Jean.
How she cursed her antique sewing machine.
Under material, maybe old drapes?
My cousin's old stereo, played 8 track tapes.

There's a carpet remnant, rolls of paper.
Aunt Ellie says the 70s, I think much later.
A box of dishes, perhaps wedding gift?
Not used Thanksgiving, too heavy to lift.

A pile of records, Walt Whitman Victrola
A photo of a young man on Venice gondola.
It was where my uncle asked Ellie to marry.
Damn, I sure miss my late Uncle Harry.

I relish the memories in this dusty loft.
Didn't realize Uncle Harry liked to golf.
Aunt Ellie glances around, teardrops flow.
All she wanted were her Christmas bows.


11/26/2017
Written for Eve Roper
Photostory Contest
Took a 2nd place win.

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Pat Adams December 20, 2017 at 3:40 PM Very nice. Described perfectly and not at all hard to see why it placed so high. Great write!!..........patrick Rhoda Tripp December 21, 2017 at 6:17 PM Thank you so much Patrick. I am humbled by your kindness.

Paul Callus December 18, 2017 at 2:22 PM I can relate to this poem, Rhoda! Very often I go to look for something and end up rummaging through countless other things which distract me from what I originally wanted. Sure enough many memories come to mind! ~ Congratulations on your podium finish!! Regards // paul Rhoda Tripp December 18, 2017 at 4:11 PM Thanks, Paul. Yes! I do that so often as well!

Ram R. V. December 3, 2017 at 12:32 AM CONGRATS, Rhoda, on your win! Your inventory is interesting and the sentiments it evoked in you are moving:-) Rhoda Tripp December 5, 2017 at 11:38 AM Thank you so much, Ram RV. I appreciate your kind words

Janice Canerdy December 2, 2017 at 10:03 PM This is so lovely and appealing, Rhoda. Congrats on your win. I especially love that last line. Janice Rhoda Tripp December 2, 2017 at 10:08 PM Thank you, Janice. Much appreciated.

Eve Roper December 2, 2017 at 6:40 PM Thank you for entering my contest ,Rhoda. I love that one will go through things just to look for one particular thing and in up meditating on other things around. Congratulations on your win! Hugs Eve ~`* Rhoda Tripp December 2, 2017 at 6:44 PM Thank you, Eve, for all your time spent hosting and organizing. Its a great honor to have taken a win in your contest. Much appreciation! Hugs back!

Joseph May December 2, 2017 at 5:42 PM A lovely story Rhoda...Congrats on your win Rhoda Tripp December 2, 2017 at 5:49 PM Seriously? I won? Happy dance! I had no idea! Awesomeness! I'm so excited! *Pops open the bubbly*. Thank you so much, Joseph!

Ralph Sergi November 28, 2017 at 4:44 PM I'm in awe of this poem, Rhoda. Some memories create tears in our pack rat existence My compliments and I wish you luck! Rhoda Tripp November 28, 2017 at 4:48 PM Thank you for stopping in and reading and commenting. Very much appreciated. Yes. We all have those silly little momentos we hoard.

James Inman November 28, 2017 at 2:47 PM A touching write Rhoda. Love the last line. Rhoda Tripp November 28, 2017 at 4:46 PM Thank you very much, James. Nice of you to notice that last line. I actually started with it and worked my way bacwards. My muse is like that sometimes. :)

Edward Mccall November 28, 2017 at 9:40 AM What a beautiful story About your trip to the attic with Aunt Ellie and of your late uncle Harry. good luck in the contest. Rhoda Tripp November 28, 2017 at 12:52 PM Thanks Edward. Purely fictional, but I think that is what made it all the more fun to write. xoxo

Richard Lamoureux November 27, 2017 at 6:22 PM This is so much fun. Bravo! Rhoda Tripp November 27, 2017 at 9:04 PM Thank you kindly, Richard, for your words of encouragement.

Vijay Pandit November 27, 2017 at 7:42 AM You gave meaning to that photo Rhoda--enjoyed reading your interpretation --especially the loving recall of family--best for a win! Rhoda Tripp November 27, 2017 at 8:17 AM Awwww. Garsh. Blushing and most humbled. Thank you so much, Vijay. Appreciated.

Kim Rodrigues November 27, 2017 at 5:56 AM Oh, Rhoda, so nicely done! Best for a win!! Rhoda Tripp November 27, 2017 at 6:39 AM Thank you so much, Kim for taking the time to browse my writes. Very much appreciated. This was a fun contest. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement.

Arturo Michael November 27, 2017 at 4:29 AM Good morning Rhoda...You've got that swing with words, with clear descriptions ...Wonderful poem...Nice day to you Rhoda Tripp November 27, 2017 at 4:37 AM Good morning, Arturo. Thank you so much for your kind comment. I'm indebted and humbled. Enjoy your day, Hon.

Arthur Vaso November 27, 2017 at 1:19 AM A beautiful poem of memories, I liked your interpretation. Rhoda Tripp November 27, 2017 at 4:29 AM Thank you, Dearheart for your kindness. It was a fun contest. I appreciate you visiting my account. Thank you for your encouragement.