When I was little, I would hide
in the bottom of my bedroom closet
beneath the hanging clothes,
amidst the bags and shoes on the floor.
When I was a little older,
I’d climb up and hide in the branches
of the old maple tree
that grew outside our back door.
Now my favorite hideout
is being at home, cup of tea and book in hand,
with the phone turned off, and the doors locked.
Who could ask for more?
* * * * *
Sunshine peeking through the storm clouds.
Flowers thriving in the presence of weeds.
Continuing to garden in spite of drought.
Watching the weather and planting seeds.
…Grating, volatile shrieks.
…Fiery, scarlet red poison.
…Rumbling thunder shaking windows.
…Acrid, billowing, black smoke.
…Crashing, slicing, jagged lightning.
…Anger, exploding, uncontrolled.
The rage one makes me uncomfortable! Love the Hideout poem... I had hideouts as a child.ReplyDelete
Rage, both real and imagined, makes me uncomfortable too. :)Delete
Hi Connie, I think I lost my first comment. Your hideout poem reminded me of hiding in the cabinet under the kitchen sink when dad would come home from work when I was little. Mom would tell him to "find" me! I know after driving in traffic for an hour he was in the mood to play hide and seek!ReplyDelete
I enjoyed your other poems, too. We had a little angry thunder last night! My newest post links back to your Pink Trees poem. I took a photo of Trixie cat that reminded me of your poem. Have a nice weekend.
My sons used to hide in the kitchen cupboards when they were young too! Thank you for mentioning and linking back to my blog. :)Delete
I like all three, Connie, but the 2nd is my favourite, for sure.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kimberly. I think it's my favorite too. :)Delete
favorite is number one - I like them all though. Hideout immediately brings me back to childhood and I remember a few times I had such fun hiding from my kids when they were little in the guest closet and listening to them say where is mom....and I would come out laughing and chase them around the house. good times.ReplyDelete
Those are fun memories, Sandy. I bet your kids remember those fun times with you too. :)Delete
I like your hideouts!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sage! :)Delete
I love all three but the first one is my favorite. Great job as always Connie. xoReplyDelete
Thank you, Susie! :)Delete
Your hideouts are good ones, both when younger and now, Connie.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Beatrice. I can also remember playing hide-and-seek with my brother and sister and the neighborhood kids when I was small. We would all scatter and try to find the best hiding places.Delete
Connie these poems were so descriptive... the hiding poem reminded me of when I was a little girl... hiding quietly in the closet... xox.... the Rage Is poem was spot on to what rage is... very well written xoxReplyDelete
Thank you, Launna! I try to avoid rage, both witnessing it and feeling it, but those are some things that come to my mind when I think about that word.Delete
I like the vivid imagery in all three, plus the fact that they're so different from each other. You impress with all types of word-play, Connie.ReplyDelete
I hope you're having a nice weekend, with lots of hiding out.
Thank you, Robyn. That sounds like the best kind of weekend to me. :)Delete
Connie, you never cease to amaze me at your way of working with words. They always come out so wonderful!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Kathleen! You are very kind. :)Delete
love the hideouts. Optimism is washing a car in Texas in the spring. Rage - yikes!!! I tend to squelch any of that...just wasn't raised that way. Excellent poems and word choiceReplyDelete
Thank you, Joanne. I wasn't raised around rage either. I see a lot of it on TV and on the evening news though, unfortunately. I like your definition of optimism. :)Delete
Fantastic poems, Connie! You've done an excellent job with the prompts. I always enjoy reading your poetry. Great job!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Brenda! :)Delete
These are great. I especially like Optimisn. Awesome.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Karen. I like that one best too. :)Delete
Love your blog!ReplyDelete
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Hello Maddalena! Thanks for visiting and following here. :)Delete
Lol, that's just like me! I used to love climbing in trees and sitting up really high like a cat!ReplyDelete
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i like all three! ..(Of course i love all your poems)....I especially loved optimism...but then i love hideouts....ReplyDelete