This is my poem I wrote for the read-around session in class this past Wednesday. Which, if you read in my previous blog, I quite enjoyed! Thank you to everyone for the great comments received in class, and I hope to get more. Thanks!
Oh, and it's still untitled, sorry!
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I am from Showtunes in country,
warm Hummus on the counter,
hard work and old traditions
that guide my future to new places.
Through freshly mowed grass and old
climbing trees. I am from lilacs
on a gentle breese.
Apple blossoms that bloom
when the wind passes through;
I am the pink rain of blossom
petals storming the street.
Each car passes by on the country
side highway. And, I am the passenger
hoping to get out for a while.
I am from hometowns, city and country
alike. My brother and I are from home
in the night. In the night I can see all the stars
in the sky.
I am from night, but the night passes by.
With a shooting star shooting far from my sight,
I travel with it, through the vanishing night.
I am from heritage,
from music,
from craft. and from flow.
I am from Arabs, and French,
and from ketchup unknown.
I am from pain
and heartache and gain.
I am from loss
in a winter rain.
I am from birth from my mother's womb.
And I am from death in my unforseen tomb.
I am from lots and from little and from country hicks,
I am from low down and big bustle and from city chicks.
I am from me, in the growth of my years.
But I am from you in my years still to growing fears.
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3 comments:
I like the how the poem gives the feeling that you know exactly where your from and you're uncertain about the future. The poem also have a really nice beat that pushes you along as you read through it. Also the imagery is powerful painting a detailed picture of where you grew up and who you grew up with.
First off, don't ever feel like you need to apologize for anything about your work, who cares if it is untitled? (some of the best things are) I couldn't help but read John's post and I agree with him, although this poem is a wee bit longer than some of the others there is a real nice cadence that moves the work throughout. I has a very old-world feel to it as if a story passed on from generation to generation, and when you think about it...it really is.
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