Auntie
Sitting on the old porch
where so many have sat,
the almond tree blooming
her white flowers like
Angel wings
covering the yard
in a magic carpet,
the aroma of our coffee
and cigarettes mingling
with the muskiness
of the old wood
under our bare feet,
you reached out
taking my hand
in yours, telling me
something about my
own self,
cushioning the shock
in your breezy-soft voice,
leaving my mouth dry
as the swirling ashes
of the secret revealed
Today for NaPoWriMo I used this Sensory Prompt from Poetry Today by Maya C. Popa:
#1 — In “How Far Away We Are,” Ada Limón writes:
I want to give you something, or I want to take
something from you. But I want to feel the exchange,
the warm hand on the shoulder, the song coming out
and the ear holding on to it.
Prompt: Write a poem that explores an exchange between two individuals. Focus on sensory experience (remember, you have five senses). Aim to include each sense at least once.
My “Something Small, Every Day (or so)” series is inspired by Austin Kleon’s piece here where he says, “Building a body of work (or a life) is all about the slow accumulation of a day’s worth of effort over time.”


Rich description – I feel as if I am there, taken off guard by the secret revealed.
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What a nice compliment! Thank you and thanks for reading.
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My pleasure
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Ah … Beautiful piece of writing, Charlotte. You took me there. Nice.
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Beautiful. I felt like I was there, too. So evocative.
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Love this! You dangled the secret in front of me and it’s still a secret! And I felt right there.💜
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