FWE Memories : Homeless Shelter

This does not have to be memoir.  You can make it up.

Use your senses. Hearing, sight, olfactory, touch, taste.

Happy or sad memories; memories of  -  yes, CATS -- pets, flora, nature, children, parents, clothes, homes, towns, cars, books, taste memories, scent memories, memories of what you've heard; memories of touching, tasting. . . the possibilities are endless.

Make it subtle, make it real. Make me feel it– use your senses to make me feel your memory.

In prose, that's called 'showing'.

In poetry, the same dynamic works. Make the reader feel.

Deadline: (GMT-5) ThursdayNovember 11th midnight, ET.

A little tough for those on PT, I realize, or for those on Alaska time. Or for those on International Time.

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The Salvation Army Shelter

People say that you will never forget your first love

Well I tell you the truth I cannot get out of my head the awe full shelter down in Florida.

It was my first shelter I ended up living in.

There was just something to it that made me feel helpless dismayed and needing help

The walls where cover with cockroaches. Big nasty giant brown bugs that when squished make a horrible yellow splat and they sounded like a thousand staplers being used at once.

That crisp crunchy sounding when you stepped or put your hand on one of them accidentally while trying to sit down to eat moldy week old past the expiration date sandwiches was enough for anyone not to be able to deal with them well.

We also had to pay $10 a night to live in this place and we only got to live there free for a week. That $10 came out of a $20 a day job. That was more to be desired. I had to pick and package green tomatoes. To be brought to the stores to be sold for as little as a dollar. This left little to the imagination.

Any rate would you not believe this but after about two weeks I landed in the hospital.

It was enough to make anyone go insane.

Than I was shipped back up here to Mass to live near my mother.

This does not have to be memoir.  You can make it up.

Use your senses. Hearing, sight, olfactory, touch, taste.

Happy or sad memories; memories of  -  yes, CATS -- pets, flora, nature, children, parents, clothes, homes, towns, cars, books, taste memories, scent memories, memories of what you've heard; memories of touching, tasting. . . the possibilities are endless.

Make it subtle, make it real. Make me feel it– use your senses to make me feel your memory.

In prose, that's called 'showing'.

In poetry, the same dynamic works. Make the reader feel.

Deadline: (GMT-5) ThursdayNovember 11th midnight, ET.

A little tough for those on PT, I realize, or for those on Alaska time. Or for those on International Time.

Put 'FWE Memories' in your title and tag.

I will use 'FWE Memories' as the search term.

If you don'thave the correct  tags  or  titleorif you don't post to

Gather Writing Essentials, I won't find your poem.