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04/25 The smell of baking

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Grandma's Kitchen

Grandma’s kitchen was busy
canning jams and such
We always loved
the tanginess of the pickles.

Grandma’s kitchen was busy
with Thanksgiving and Christmas
when she made the fruitcake
we loved.

Grandma’s kitchen was busy
with Sunday dinners where
the men always ate first.

Grandma’s kitchen was busy
baking cookies with the
grandchildren.

Grandma’s kitchen is silent
because grandma is gone.

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Style/Type: Free verse

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Region, Country: Kentucky, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe, Maya Angelou, Emily Dickenson

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neopoet

neopoet

2 months 2 weeks ago

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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

The poem clearly attempts to evoke nostalgia and convey a sense of loss through the repeated imagery of Grandma's kitchen. The repetition of "Grandma’s kitchen was busy" effectively emphasizes the warmth, activity, and centrality of Grandma's presence. However, the poem could benefit from greater specificity and sensory detail. For instance, describing particular scents, sounds, or visual details of the kitchen would deepen the reader's emotional connection and enhance the impact of the final stanza. Additionally, the line "the men ate first" introduces an intriguing cultural or historical context, but it remains undeveloped. Expanding slightly on this detail could enrich the poem by adding complexity or tension. The final stanza, while clear in its intention, feels somewhat abrupt and predictable. Consider exploring subtler ways to convey Grandma's absence, perhaps through changes in the kitchen itself or the emotional response of those left behind, rather than explicitly stating "because grandma is gone." This approach might allow readers to experience the loss more powerfully through inference and imagery.

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Geezer

Geezer

2 months 2 weeks ago

Having...

engraved the title in the poem, I can't see calling it anything else.

I would suggest that you kept the lines short and just described the incident,
rather than a more detailed account, because it is still hard to deal with.
I had many memories of my grandmother too, and although she passed away when I was 12 [almost 13] and I am turning 77 next month, I remember certain things clear enough to describe them to anyone who knew her and have them say, "Yes, that was your grandmother."

Grandmothers are meant to have special status within the family, you have shown your grandmother's, while showing that the connection between you was deep. I like this. ~ Geezer.
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Punkyfrewster

2 months 1 week ago

Geezer,

Thank you for your comments. I loved time at my grandmother's house!

Ruby Lord

Ruby Lord

2 months 1 week ago

Hi Punky, your refrain is

Hi Punky, your refrain is very good and I can feel your interpretation flowing through this poem. I wonder, is the line “the men ate first” deliberately left untouched? There’s potential for tension and/or pressure there.
What you do well throughout the poem is restraint. But more importantly, this is a demonstration that Grandma’s restraint is now her erasure. Ruby xx

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Punkyfrewster

2 months 1 week ago

Dear Ruby,

Thank you for reading and commenting! I will take a second look at the poem.

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 months 1 week ago

Dear Punky,

I love how you packed this with memories of your beloved grandmother. The last line put a lump in my throat... very good poem.

my favorite lines are:

Grandma’s kitchen was busy
baking cookies with the
grandchildren.

always, Cat