Think Tank Thursday

 

Today, I did the prompt, at Poets United, I will be back to share my take on prompt #84 Home.
I think it will be interesting to write about.  How many homes have you lived in? Was there a favorite?

I will return, I already know the home I will write about, my childhood home.  I might add several other homes, where I hung more than a few hats. ;D

This was hard to write. My childhood home was recently sold. The owner is someone I know. He grew up in the neighborhood, many years before me. He is making many changes, but my memories serve me well and I remember it as it was when I lived there. The foundation of my youth and blueprint to my soul.

I think this is the longest poem I have ever written...

Up and down stairs memories

chase my inner child

I cross the threshold of  my youth

where my spirit was cradled and nurtured

in the open air, by the blue shadows of the sea

salty brine tickles my senses

a time worn wharf

was my picket fence 

aligned with perfumed welcome mat roses.

Waves of translucent thought blur edges

And dissipate in white n’ blue patterns

Like fragile, delicate china
Transformed waves wash over me

 Eroding the sharp memories

Seaside charm cascades ripples of laughter

 love and longing for another glance

Magic remains in hindsight’s view

 Sold

Cold, bare bones now

skeleton key remains a mystery

Being rebuilt

the nooks n’ crannies were we(my brother n' I) hid will be lost

Time reflected porch still holds patina glider(new owner bought it)

Our magic carpet ride, our sailing ship, our dinosaur, our space portal

childhood home lost at sea

 I’m swept away, by a rogue wave of tears

 the lull of the seagull’s cries, foghorns and the splashes of the ocean’s waves

signal I am home

(my daughter took this photo of the lupine)

I'm transported 

to days traipsing the lupine lined shore

Governor’s Flag flies high waving to white caps

stair well reflects diamond window’s glow

Landscaped dreams dance by the waltzing seaside

Four seasons lend a trance of

Snow drops,

green piped vines climbing glassed-in porch

Huge red maples call all neighborhood kids to

rake the biggest pile

Come jump in

Sunlight’s gold illumination

Cascades her gold wavy hair through the house

Red braided rug tickles tip toes as collected roosters

Crow good morning

Fireplace embers dance in the music and capture warmth of the

Family room.

Stars viewed nightly on TV and by the moon’s swimming light

Mantel clock chimes Dad’s arrival

 as gale winds blow

Tall white sailing ships

into my dreams

Secret passage way, holds skeleton key

To mysteries unknown

The whispers of  my soul

Grew here until I discovered

my voice

Echoes of loved ones lingers

 Collected in mind’s eye their magic flirts with

The fringes of youth

Bright memories that burn your heart’s ember

they last a life time

Steady heart stays afloat

My soul dwells in her magic, her mystery with gratitude

Always my anchor, my childhood home~