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Origin of Me

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October 100

 

 

I am from the wings of a dragonfly
The delicate sands of an anthill
Silky threads of milkweed seeds
Opened and tossed to the wind

I am from the roar of a Honda 70
Grasshoppers, gullies and go-carts
Dewey grass on sunburned legs
Arms wrapped around tree trunks

I am from flower power
Hiding in wall flowers
The tickle of rugs in shag
The crumple of paper grocery bags

I am from pumpkin pie with maple syrup
Borsch and crescent moons
Plaid jumpers and pig tails
Tied with purple yarn

I am from the scent of oil pastels
Grandmotherโ€™s charcoal sketches
Minor and major scales of G
Sunday school and follow the rules

I am from frozen toes and toboggans
Snowflakes melting on eyelashes
Hot chocolate steaming
As the porch light flickered

I am from pioneer women of strength
Men who worked the land
Prairies of rippling amber
Gleaming against western skies

I am from the salt of tears
In wounds still open
The pieces that are left
When hearts stop beating

I am from all that I wish not to be
And everything I wish to be me

 

 

“Where are you from?” That is the poetic topic at dVerse this week.

 

 

 

 

 

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29 responses »

  1. I loved this!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. Oh, what amazement and magic here and what heartbreak – The pieces that are left
    When hearts stop beating…and continuing to move forward. Lovely painting of where you are from.

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  3. How COOL to be from milkweed silk, crescent moons, charcoal sketches and toboggans ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. This was an awesome journey… Many of my own memories and favourites are captured here ๐Ÿ™‚ Your last two lines nailed it.

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  5. this is a beautiful dreamland…such an enjoyable and delightful journey..”I am from the salt of tears / In wounds still open” and this makes the pilgrimage of life complete & making one enriched with knowledge…

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  6. Oh I just love this. Thank you. The last two lines are perfect

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  7. I love how you painted this.. the imagery of milkweed and wings of dragonflies and also tears and disappointment.. we sure are built from complex pieces.

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  8. I love this rush of images piled one on top of the other – the beauty and the sadness.

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  9. from the wings of a dragonfly… oh what a beautiful image to start with – and love that you weave in the musical scale as well and the honda – a great mix of dreamy and very down to earth images

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  10. This is a wonderful portrait of you! Enjoyed all of the details…things I could see, smell, and taste. Enjoyed the roar of the 1970 Honda – I could almost HEAR that roar. I enjoyed the specifics in the first stanzas and the more global/universal in the last two. Yes, sometimes those wounds never heal! Thanks for writing to this prompt.

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  11. From happy youth to wounded adult–last two lines result from realistic soul-searching. Beautiful words.

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  12. I LOVE this beautifully vivid memory poem, from your glorious opening line to the last. A wonderful look back at the wonderful memories that shape us. You have some very heartwarming ones.

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  13. i liked the richness of this – and at the end you declare your own choice in the impact.

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  14. I like what you chose to share of your past, and again, as in other poems, noticed the mention of food. I also like how you chose to end your write. ‘I am from the salt of tears / In wounds still open / The pieces that are left / When hearts stop beating.’ These lines are simply amazing. As to your closing lines, they are simply perfect.

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  15. cool response to the prompt, and I LOVE the concluding couplet!

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  16. so rich and lush with imagery ๐Ÿ™‚

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