by Liz   Jul 7, 2020

I remember the treehouse,
haphazardly built,
at the edge of the woods behind
that abandoned house.

You took me there,
showed me your lucky dice
and taught me how to play cards,

among other things.

I remember wishing
for that broken fan to work
in the afternoon heat, while
we shared a can of lukewarm
root beer and
I pretended to like it
to impress you.

I don't remember much of you anymore,
but days like today
when beads of sweat drip down my back
and a phantom taste
of warm drinks lingers on my tongue,

I hope that you remember, too.


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  • 3 years ago

    by D.

    This is a beautiful poem, and thoroughly deserved front page winner. The way you seamlessly interpreted the prompts into this poem is really well done. I'm a big fan of poems that have the persona's individual thoughts/memories entwined. The nostalgia here was palpable.

  • 3 years ago

    by yogi73

    This is a sweet memory.

  • 3 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Liz, I could pretty much feel the heat and taste your nostalgia here. How wonderfully written! :-) x

  • 3 years ago

    by prasanna

    I'm so glad to see you writing again!

    I don't know why but whenever I think of your poetry, I always think of trees. I think it's because of how much I was moved by and love your other poem, "Old Tree" so to me, it's really suiting that your first poem back after a hiatus revolves a tree, and the experiences had in a tree-house :) I really like this piece, it used the prompts so naturally. Hope this is the start of more poems from you!

    Nominated! :)

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    You know how much I like this.

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