anonymouse - Hello Poetry

Inspired by George Ella Lyon's poem Where I am From I am from cul-de-sacs From skinned knees and seven speed bikes I am from the bewitching perfume of the osmanthus bloom mingling with freshly mown grass I am from the familiar music of the bubbling creek and the cardinals song the swish of a golf club and the thud of a soccer ball I am from hot pavement on bare feet, the taste of honeysuckles, and reaching pine tree forests whose invisible trails and clearings became my secret empire I am from airplanes and home cooking From Mary and Mark northern accents and southern hospitality I am from "use your manners" and "Not enough month left at the end if the money" I am from sunday school and patent leather shoes that pinch my toes from a prayer before dinner that is carved into my brain I am from poland from poppyseed kuchen and kielbasa I am from my grandmother forgetting baking soda in the bread and then... years later, forgetting me too. I am from my grandfather's sense of humor and his unwavering stubbornness. I am from too many cousins to count from pinched cheeks and "How you've grown!" I am from piles of unfinished photo albums brimming with new adventures, frozen faces, and old memories I am from the path I carved for myself with tools that my parents bestowed upon me.

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC

Where I Am From

Inspired by George Ella Lyon's poem Where I am From I am from cul-de-sacs From skinned knees and seven speed bikes I am from the bewitching perfume of the osmanthus bloom mingling with freshly mown grass I am from the familiar music of the bubbling creek and the cardinals song the swish of a golf club and the thud of a soccer ball I am from hot pavement on bare feet, the taste of honeysuckles, and reaching pine tree forests whose invisible trails and clearings became my secret empire I am from airplanes and home cooking From Mary and Mark northern accents and southern hospitality I am from "use your manners" and "Not enough month left at the end if the money" I am from sunday school and patent leather shoes that pinch my toes from a prayer before dinner that is carved into my brain I am from poland from poppyseed kuchen and kielbasa I am from my grandmother forgetting baking soda in the bread and then... years later, forgetting me too. I am from my grandfather's sense of humor and his unwavering stubbornness. I am from too many cousins to count from pinched cheeks and "How you've grown!" I am from piles of unfinished photo albums brimming with new adventures, frozen faces, and old memories I am from the path I carved for myself with tools that my parents bestowed upon me.

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I can feel the summer dying in me I can feel the sun being pulled from my pores like money from pockets on a crowded street The cold leeches the warmth from my face and reaches with Gypsy fingers -- long, slender, reaching and unwinding the Lingering scent of lake water and grass stains from my hair the echoing cicadas deaden in my ears And the woven colors gently encircling my wrists fade in their loveliness

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC

Summer's End

I can feel the summer dying in me I can feel the sun being pulled from my pores like money from pockets on a crowded street The cold leeches the warmth from my face and reaches with Gypsy fingers -- long, slender, reaching and unwinding the Lingering scent of lake water and grass stains from my hair the echoing cicadas deaden in my ears And the woven colors gently encircling my wrists fade in their loveliness

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Breathe the wild air let it grasp at your hair and clothes with wanting fingers wishing to pull and push you you with it take you over the hammered silver of the oceans surface into the coolness of the frozen clouds swirling into great clouds before settling into a gently caressing breeze

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC

Breathe wild

Breathe the wild air let it grasp at your hair and clothes with wanting fingers wishing to pull and push you you with it take you over the hammered silver of the oceans surface into the coolness of the frozen clouds swirling into great clouds before settling into a gently caressing breeze

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