There has been a request to provide a space for sharing our poems from the community potluck. If you are interested in participating, please post your poem as a comment to this post. Thank you so much for your creativity and bravery!
Research Solutions Journal - Natalie Johnson
13 years ago
4 comments:
I am from ya'll, not you all, from the heat of the sun, and the creek.
I am from the plains, warm, windy, the smell of honey-suckle.
I am from the earth, the weeping willow.
I am from whiskey sweet potato pie and undying loyalty, from Karin and Sojourner and Kira.
I am from the pranksters and jokers.
From find your dream ally and when you get stuck change your perspective.
I am from we are all energy and one and the same.
I'm from Albuquerque and cold nights under the stars, homemade donuts and Texas chili.
From the salt my middle sister put in my milk, the music notes of my youngest sister's viola, and my dad's glass eye.
I am from the shoebox in the closet, dusty old trinkets that bring tears to my eyes.
Secret letters, plastic glasses, an old deck of cards.
Such simple tidbits, such fragile toys.
Memories they don't see, and those that only I know.
I am from Temecula, from Berkeley and beyond
I am from the bulldog sleeping on the couch. Dreaming, snoring, and smelling up the house.
I am from the ficus tree, the sunflower blowing in the wind.
I am from putting up the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving and male pattern baldness, from Sheryl and Rod.
I am from the sarcastic and playful.
From stop picking your nose and finish your veggies.
I am from the unflinching cross.
I'm from the east coast, Scotland, meatloaf and potatoes.
From the laughing so hard my Mom peed her pants, the cozy campfire, and the marshmellow war with Dad.
I am from the closet in my parents bedroom, reflecting on past memories which I will not forget.
I love these! Keep them coming :)
I am from Sacramento, from México and Aztlán.
I am from the "ghetto."
I am from the fields: the tomato, strawberry and corn.
I am from church every sunday morning and imigrantes, from Maria and Antonio.
I am from the hard-working and gente bonita.
From "no le levantes la voz a tus mayores" (don't raise your voice to your elders) and "You can do it, Mija."
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