We are nearing the end of our poetry unit in grade seven, and while I feel we only scratched the surface there have been some amazing poems. I am very impressed with much of what I have seen. Watching you all write such heartfelt, open and authentic poems has reminded me that I too need to have a bout with the verse.
A few nights ago, I began to draft my I Am From poem. I was hoping to tinker and edit and play it with it some more, but every time I look at it I feel like it is done. I will release it into the universe now and see where it sticks.
I am from the quiet rooms of only children
and loving parents
who didn't know how to try any harder.
Lost in a new wilderness
Lost in youth-
no one said it would be this hard.
I am from blame and forgiveness.
shame and power.
I am from empty bottles and full ash trays.
all night labyrinths of political discourse
the bent record player needles:
crinkling and crackling over ridges
tracing the fortunes of countless stories.
I am from Sunday's by the creek
water striders puncturing the surface
I am from all things
exposed and hidden.
I am from drunken love and drunken tempers
from the tight rope and the near falls
I am from the recovery
I am from pistachios and pomegranates
jasmine blossoms and saffron.
I am from compasses pointing east.
beneath her sheets and shrouds.
I am from revolution and exile
a broken culture bought and sold.
The price of oil is always high.
I'm from the hangman's noose and
I am from single moms
and good intentioned dads
from car accidents,
hospital rooms and broken bones.
I am from the terror in the dark.
I'm from growing up too fast
and endless promises
bound together by faith and time
I am from the middle class
and just barely enough
and from never fitting in.
I am from the effeminate
the not too macho:
tender born and resilient
I am from skin and bones and lashes long.
I am from songs soft and tubes of paint
burnt umber and indigo
smeared canvasses and stained hands.
I am from songs loud and hard
and drenched in rage.
I am from the art that saves us all:
poems and songs and unnameable things
I am from within you
as you are from me.
I would love to hear your thoughts. It has been a great experience to explore these rooms through poetry. I cannot wait to read your finished poems and hopefully see them set free for others to read.