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Thursday, April 2, 2015

The House That Built You



I know they say you can't go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these hand-prints on the front steps are mine . . .

Today, I want you to tell us about the house that built you.  It doesn't have to be an actual house; it can be a school house, a house of worship, a tree-house . . . any place from your younger years that has special meaning to you now.  Use as many words as you like.

Happy Poetry Month!
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16 comments:

  1. grapelingApril 2, 2015 at 2:05 AM

    didn't know where this would take me, MZ. thanks for the prompt ~

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  2. Magaly GuerreroApril 2, 2015 at 2:55 AM

    When I first thought about it, "my house" was my old mango tree. Then it wasn't...

    Awesome prompt!

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  3. KerridwenApril 2, 2015 at 5:24 AM

    So exciting! I'm not sure yet what I'm going to write, but I like the prompt :)

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  4. FireblossomApril 2, 2015 at 6:33 AM

    Great idea, Kelli. Few things shape us as much as the place where we grew up. I lived in the same house until I was 18.

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  5. MarianApril 2, 2015 at 7:26 AM

    I've mined my childhood pretty thoroughly, but here is another take. Thank you, MZ. Mine is responsive to your prompt and Magaly's both.
    Yay April! Fun so far!

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  6. JimApril 2, 2015 at 8:39 AM

    I'm with Marian, my old haunts have been pretty well mined. Also with Magaly, I though about writing about my tree house out in the grove. I spent many 'solitude' hours there, sister came too though.
    But I did this, it is okay but not fine with me.
    Thank you, Mom Zee.
    ..

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  7. Kenia SantosApril 2, 2015 at 10:00 AM

    Beautiful prompt and what a song! Her voice is so sweet. Thanks for this, MZ.

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  8. Buddah MoskowitzApril 2, 2015 at 10:04 AM

    Today's poem is about the home where I was formed. OK, I'll cop to it: I lived there until I was 30. Thanks to my Mom y Pop who let me live there while I completed graduate school. Today's poem is dedicated to them.

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  9. Sherry Blue SkyApril 2, 2015 at 10:09 AM

    Thank heavens for "as many words as you like". Not sure I could pare down mine, LOL. A prompt that hits paydirt. Thanks, Kelli.

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  10. AnonymousApril 2, 2015 at 11:27 AM

    Kelli, our red house was the perfect choice for parents to raise us, and a great opportunity for my dad to unleash his carpentry skills while he still had the energy to do so. Thanks for taking us back.

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  11. HannahApril 2, 2015 at 12:15 PM

    Thank you, Mama Zen...I took to the woods of my home!! :)

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  12. BlogorattiApril 2, 2015 at 3:18 PM

    Thanks for sharing, happy new month!

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  13. Sherry Blue SkyApril 2, 2015 at 5:07 PM

    Kerridwen, your blog is difficult to post to. I tried two different ways, and dont think either worked.........but your poem took me back to being eight, watching the moon following the car as I sat in the backseat.......cool.

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  14. Susie ClevengerApril 2, 2015 at 5:35 PM

    I wish I had more happy in the home that built me, but it is what it was. Thanks for the prompt!

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  15. EllaApril 2, 2015 at 7:49 PM

    Thank you, Mama Zen! I can't wait to read all of the homes-I mean poems~

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  16. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 2, 2015 at 9:39 PM

    How interesting! I didn't know, until I began to write, which house had built me.

    Now, having caught up with my poems, I'll be catching up with everyone else's. :)

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