Tinker Posted March 8, 2020 Author Share Posted March 8, 2020 Write about a childhood memory.Two Lives, Not OneCarole and I made paper dollsfrom catalog models.We'd cut them out then trace over the topdesigning dresses.We'd spend days together tracing, drawing,creating our own fashion world. collaborating, giggling, sharing.Colors and lines, flare and panache. Then Carole got sick a week went by.When she was wellshe brought a bunch of sketchesshe had done on her own.How could she? Without me?How did she? Without me. ~~Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Liz Mastin Posted March 12, 2020 Share Posted March 12, 2020 On 3/8/2020 at 4:10 PM, Tinker said: Write about a childhood memory.Two Lives, Not OneCarole and I made paper dollsfrom catalog models.We'd cut them out then trace over the topdesigning dresses.We'd spend days together tracing, drawing,creating our own fashion world. collaborating, giggling, sharing.Colors and lines, flare and panache. Then Carole got sick a week went by.When she was wellshe brought a bunch of sketchesshe had done on her own.How could she? Without me?How did she? Without me. ~~Judi Van Gorder Moments in our lives that we remember!! I enjoyed your poignant poem: this unsettling event in your childhood. The (seeming) almost betrayal -- of your paper doll friendship! It must have been hurtful indeed! You haven't forgotten it. I enjoyed your measured way leading to the surprise last stanza. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted March 12, 2020 Author Share Posted March 12, 2020 58 minutes ago, Liz Mastin said: The (seeming) almost betrayal -- of your paper doll friendship! It must have been hurtful indeed! You haven't forgotten it. Thanks Liz, I don't know about hurt but it was, I think, my first realization that the world did not revolve around me, that other peoples lives went on without me. It had never occurred to me that Carole had a life beyond her time with me. Clearly until then I had led a pretty selfish life and was the center of my own universe. I don't have a lot of childhood memories, but this one stands out, I had to be 7 or 8 years old because I met Carole when I was 5, she lived 2 houses up from me on the corner of the block. When I was around 9 her parents had built a new house across the street and they moved there. We used to make our paper dolls in the corner house in the playroom down stairs, not the house across the street. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bob Posted April 21, 2020 Share Posted April 21, 2020 On 6/2/2018 at 11:51 PM, Tinker said: Prompt for June 3 - Write a story or poem about the time you went fishing but caught something that was definitely NOT a fish. I wrote another version of a fish story, but this short poem actually preceded it. I could not bring myself to throw it away. I Wish I Had Not Seen It A murmur on the surface, then a magnificent splash, It’s huge body was there briefly to see. Then ringlets and ripples spread slowly on the water; It’s enormous size was seen only by me. Who will I tell when I get back home? Will they believe me at the end of the day? Who’s gonna’ believe this Ol’ Timers story, About the big one that got away. Robert G. Jerore Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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