Ardmore

A poem of my hometown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ardmore

Ardmore is my mother home, my aurora.

Afternoons dancing, acting and playing music kept me busy here.

Apple pies and blue skies had me in an unending state of euphoria.

Acid memories still don’t keep my heart away from you Ardmore.

A smile of heaven and the love of people keeps me knee deep in ambrosia.

Atlanta holds my body with her traffic but you have my heart and mind.

Adrift are my dreams of seeing you again and your pink azalea.

Alive with happiness my heart is today that I grew up cradled in you.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This seems like a lovely place to live. It sounds like a small town that is lovely to live in with friendly smiling faces. Good write. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Michael of Gilead]

Home....something so complex it's simple

[Black Cat Fever]

What a lovely place and a cleverly written poem using the 'A'.

[M Garcia]

What a wonderful poem. Makes me wanna go there. Great job!

[Short.Nerd]

Nicely done. (:

[Mauricio Montoya]

nice work, well done.

[Tina Kline]

Sounds like a very beautiful place. Love the 'a' all the way through, very clever and well done.

[Liza]

sweet home
painted beautiful memories

[KL]

Hmm... here the punctuation works well, and I'm really liking this progression of your poetry. Your senryu's are helping you create poetry that REALLY says something powerful. Not that your playful, lighthearted poetry is bad but I'm so much more a fan of when a poem tackles something real... like this. A great tribute to a hometown, bet you were feeling nostalgia in this one.

[jinjahman]

Beautifully done Marie. I'l glad the challenge made you write about something so close. Voting is open now btw