Write a poem about this photo
64Poetry Challenge Photo 1
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And here's the poem
Nostalgia
Wind up the monkey with the key
And you will make him dance for me
The tuxedo cat wears a frown
He is here to stare you down
The roses are my favorite color
I will never love another
The best things in life have no plugs
Things you pet and things you hug
Yellow flowers to brighten your place
Sock monkeys to put a smile on your face
And skeleton keys to old time romances
Like ice cream parlors and barnyard dancesPrintShare it! — Rate it: up down flag this hub
Flowering Keys
Tuxedo Cat is in my way
How do I get a purple flower
the Sock Monkey say
Yes! Keys are the power
Sock Monkey tossed all keys one day
Tuxedo Cat - ran from key shower
Sock Monkey retrieved the keys
for the power to get a daily purple flower
I know that I am late to the party. I just joined and thought I would scribble a few words together.
Fair sense
if it were
just not known.
Quiet memories last as life travels.
A flower blooms.
A violet sheen
is a desirous reaction
to bring sense to aheart's rendition.
Head strong my spirit shows senses intact. A remembrance
of memories so dear.
Unlock me
tenderly
to my dear past.
In me shall
be fair images
on the sleeves
of my spirit.
this picture is dumb but it dosent taste like gum!
they key within the eye of a cat and the smooth soft breeze of the purple flowers
Collage of photos
Nancy E Alcorn
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Behind a screen a feline creature stares
I wonder if the focus is a bird
Firm muscles tense, eyes fixed, through tiny squares
Her whiskers twitch, slight chattering is heard
Beside her lay five keys from long ago
The doors they open perhaps they are these
Possibly charity, courage and Hope
Two yet unnamed of these skeletal keys
Conceivably one faith and the other
Might unlock dreams of future yet to be
Monkey sits reminds me of my brother
He’s made from socks crochet and stitchery
Yellow flowers behind him window dress
When looking out they look like daffodils
My mind now wanders backwards I confess
Back to the keys, as I swallow my pills
One unlocks future if we would dare peak
Pandora’s Box, behind a door unseen
The second key unlocks the present mind
Releasing visions, opulent and keen
Third key would unlock the past to ponder
The good and bad to sort the memories
Now two remain; my mind begins to wander
As recollections spread out like disease
(Beneath monkeys gloved hand they will remain)
Smell of rose’s wafts to me on the breeze
I breathe them in nostalgia and desire
Propels my senses deepens mysteries
I settle in relax enjoy the fire
I leave you to find the doors remaining
As shades of lavender affect my brain
Slipping under conscious spirit draining
I fall asleep, attended by the rain
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jstankevicz says:
3 years ago
I’m not here
The cat’s eyes cut through me,
as I threw roses at her feet.
The sock monkey mocked me,
As I made a hasty retreat.
The key, you see, was me,
I’m out, the picture is complete.