This poem was written for two prompts: Read Write Poem #53 and One Single Impression #39: Childhood Memories.
The Read Write Poem Prompt directed participants to each write one (or more) American Sentences. If you’re not hip to what an American Sentence is, go here or here for more info. I’ve contributed a few sentences for the prompt, but the gracious folks who run RWP more or less gave us a “free prompt” for this week.
So what did I do? I combined American Sentences with the Six Sentences form and produced a poem with Six American Sentences to fit One Single Impression’s theme of “Childhood Memories”. (You can read more of my American Sentences and Six Sentences on this blog.)
Enjoy.
-Nicole
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X marks the spot of my generation and small town memories. The eye of Thundera rises red, a Saturday morning sunrise. Bracelets, jump ropes, Doc Martins and black eyeliner jumble together. Portals open to distant city scenes through videos and music. We scrawl and send messages in sullen and sanguine bottles by turns. We poke each other’s hearts and hope for fresh dreams to explode from within.
Written 11/18/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
