Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #3

It’s week #3 of my Paint Chip Poetry Prompt. The last two weeks the words were quite arbitrary and odd. I really do pull them from the paint chip deck randomly, so I never know what we’ll get.

This week, with one exception, I think the prompt and paint chip names lend themselves to a more serious poem, instead of the silliness of the past two weeks. I hope you agree.

The words for this week are rose-colored glasses, sea anemone, bougainvillea, fresh butter, halo, dirt road, and open meadow.

Here’s my poem for the week:

The Good Old Days

I’m not one to view
this crazy world
through rose-colored glasses
But life was good
in that old country house
at the end of a long dirt road
Butterflies fluttered and rabbits
hopped in the open meadow
that stretched out back
Bougainvillea flanked
the kitchen door with
a promise of perfume unfulfilled
Down the road a small
family farm sold fresh butter
and eggs, and sometimes honey
Enough to serve a breakfast of kings

In the evening as the sun set
a halo of light graced
the treetops across the way
It wasn’t exactly paradise
But it was good
. . . while it lasted

Your Turn

Now it’s your turn, but I’m stepping it up a notch. Write your poem with at least five of the seven prompt words. Extra points for anyone who uses sea anemone. Post your poem or a link in the comments.

Note: Linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night.

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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22 Responses to Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #3

  1. kanzensakura says:

    The farm selling butter, eggs and honey made me hungry. I keep bees but not chickens or cows!

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  2. Hi, Linda! I’m a little late to respond, but here is my poem anyway!


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  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like your description of the farm selling butter, eggs and honey for breakfast.

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  5. I think you did a good job with this prompt. Lovely read.

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  6. kim881 says:

    That old country house does sound wonderful, Linda.

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  7. The poem is so filled with nostalgy… and I think we often remember the best days the most…

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  8. That’s such a great idea for a prompt! I love the poem, there’s a wistfulness to it. Even if the details are different, I guess we all have a memory of somewhere where we felt comfortable.

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  9. sanaarizvi says:

    This is absolutely lovely! Especially like; “Bougainvillea flanked the kitchen door with a promise of perfume unfulfilled.” 🙂

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  10. msjadeli says:

    Sounds idyllic and am sorry it didn’t last…

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  11. Oh, I love this Linda! I have a stack of paint chip samples sitting on my desk as I write this..

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  12. Ron Rowland says:

    It was good while it lasted

    This dirt road takes me far from the city
    Left behind is my self-doubt and pity
    Through twist and turn my travels unfold
    With rose-colored glasses the tales are told
    Around the bend that always haunts me
    Is the open meadow that beckons softly
    The sun through the trees creates a halo effect
    Then comes a tug of reality that I must respect
    From my slumber I have now retracted
    But my dream it was good, while it lasted

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