Day 11 of NAPOWRIMO….the prompt at Real Toads is to use the phrase “long ago rooms” from a Maya Angelou poem and to use 12 or less lines to write the poem. #30 in 30.
Long Ago Rooms
Through open windows drifts the scents
of honeysuckle gardenia magnolia –
Books are covered with dust
And unread – memories sleep
in these long ago rooms.
Childhood has become old age
laughter has been stilled –
the night lasts forever.
kanzen sakura 
Apr 11, 2018 @ 15:44:32
I love “Memories sleep in these long ago rooms.” Loved this.
Apr 11, 2018 @ 19:25:06
I, too, love
“memories sleep in these long ago rooms.” I sense a hush over all.
Apr 11, 2018 @ 20:06:30
We never outgrow our childhood in the sense it is in our bones – at least mine is. Beautiful.
Apr 11, 2018 @ 20:54:10
My childhood is in my bones along with an ancient flowering quince and old iris and other bulbs.
Apr 12, 2018 @ 00:20:37
Beautifully – if somewhat sadly – nostalgic.
Apr 12, 2018 @ 00:39:47
Yes. It is sad. It is my childhood that was and is no more.
Apr 12, 2018 @ 06:59:43
What a sad, lovely scene you paint.
Apr 12, 2018 @ 07:46:42
“memories sleep in these long ago rooms”… so incredibly tender and beautiful!💞
Apr 13, 2018 @ 16:00:09
So poignant. You took me back with you, only to my long ago room.
Apr 13, 2018 @ 16:09:01
Yeppers. I took me back to my long ago room as well.