Today’s prompt from Read Write Poem was to consider nicknames, alter egos, or the multitudes we contain. One thing led to another and I decided to write a poem modeled on Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon instead.
Where I’m From
I am from fishpond and graveyard,
from elm trees, sweet corn,
and the flattest land around.
I am from Zona Lillian’s wide front porch,
from you-ain’t-nothin’-but-a-fart-in-a-windstorm,
fancy hats, high heels, lemon pie,
and Sunday afternoon poker games.
I am from Marie and Paul’s blend
of caution and recklessness,
tea towels and barbecue,
from land-sakes
and tastes-like-more.
From my father’s pipe smoke
to my mother’s laughter, I carry it all,
like a worn and ragged map
to get me home again.
Tags: NaPoWriMo · Poetry · Read Write Poem9 Comments
I love it! Laughed out loud and ‘heart ached’ for all of it.
Beauty, beauty, beautiful!
concur – sent this & Lyon link to Dale for workshop material collection
loved reading this, well done!
I keep reading it and it keeps getting better – “I should say so!”
I enjoyed reading this…
Come meet Ziggy…
This is really good. The images bring me out to the country, somewhere rural, maybe in the South.
Ok. That is a damn good poem. I guess they really don’t have to rhyme!
And me with you. So good.