You make me homesick for my grandmother... she had one of those double-decker candy dishes... and homemade eglish toffee made with real butter, and crunched just a little, and the chocolate got stuck in your teeth... I miss her candy dish too. I have her recipe, but it's not the same...
I think the meter gets a little in the way of the imagery in some places in this poem-- but not bad. And there's something to be said about rhythm in poetry... it's a good thing, far too under-rated and scorned, in my opinion. So, when you're in the groove, you gotta groove with it. That's all there is to it. --Charlie
Reviewed by Susan Sparks (Reader)
Reviewed on June 14, 2004
What I remember most about my Grandma is that she was williing to spend hours and hours playing games with me. The one game in particular I remember is the game, "Sorry". I think she let me win a lot.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on June 14, 2004
This give my sweet tooth ideas :-) Wonderful write!
This brought back a lot of great memories. Thank you.
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on June 7, 2004
This was a refective memory for me, as my grandma owned the
same kind of candy dish...filled with treats.
My mom inherited the dish, and her own grandchildren came to
nibble sweets out of it.
Nice poem,Mt. Poet.
Ok more memories of candy as i could see that candy at my grandmother's house just tempting us to get a piece and slip outside.
Those were the days when me as kids had no worries.
Thank you
Tommy
This was so sweet, lovely memories, reminded me of my own grandma!
Reindeer
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on June 6, 2004
My granny introduced me to coffee ice cream, iced tea and hot scones from the oven... AND she had a candy dish.. a pink one! Ah, Mountain P, you took me back to a less complicated time and I thank you. I can just see your Irish head boppin' in anticipation as you wind your way to grandma's treats! You always take me where you are going and I love that. YOU are MY treat! (smile) katydid xox.
Seems I recall something of the same thing at my grandmothers house, wonder if it was something all grandmoms did, kinda like a conspiracy thing...? A wonderful memory, thanks, MP, Peace thru WHATEVER it takes, Ed & Rufuz
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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I think the meter gets a little in the way of the imagery in some places in this poem-- but not bad. And there's something to be said about rhythm in poetry... it's a good thing, far too under-rated and scorned, in my opinion. So, when you're in the groove, you gotta groove with it. That's all there is to it. --Charlie
thanks for the sweet memory!!
same kind of candy dish...filled with treats.
My mom inherited the dish, and her own grandchildren came to
nibble sweets out of it.
Nice poem,Mt. Poet.
Those were the days when me as kids had no worries.
Thank you
Tommy
Reindeer
Nice one MP TY
Ch'erie