Imagine

Buzz of the warm microwave,
And shaking wooden table beneath it.

Glide of my sister’s walker on hardwood floor,
Trying desperately to follow my mother around.

Hum of air-conditioner in my bedroom window,
Cooling my bed for hot summer nights.

    Ring of telephone, my father calling from work.

Clank of pots and pans as my mother starts dinner,
And sizzling of food within them.

    A dog barks, not ours, probably from a house across.

Kids laughing and playing in streets,
Summer sun beating on their backs.

    Old musty smell of my dank basement, cool and comforting.
   
Single yellow light hangs in a corner,
Illuminating concrete stone walls, and numerous holiday boxes.
       
Taste of my ice-pop that’s dripping on my dress.
                                        Drip, drip.

Reviews

[Always Changing]

I totally enjoyed reading this piece. It's definitely in a style I'm not use to reading or using myself so I'm really glad that you were able to share this. Great imagery and grammar usage of commas, they really walked me and paused me through the poem. Beautiful finish.

[Pakino]

Nice imagaery and nice topic to choose. Really relaxing feel to it now I regret not eating ice cream today >.

[ANNA]

Very creative poem. funny how I really was Imagining your words. Great piece!

Single yellow light hangs in a corner,
Illuminating concrete stone walls, and numerous holiday boxes.( Great)

Anna