that the forgotten stories of my ancestors
would be forever lost.
That the silk that knits my DNA together
would disintegrate into the soi/ul
and never find form again.
That by losing site of my relations
they too would lose sight of me.
And like the single fish in the bowl by your bedside,
I too would become displaced from my part in the greater story of things.
And that through my American quest to find independence
I would become a self-made orphan.
that the forgotten stories are still alive
and if I am really quiet
when planting my radishes
or knitting a hat
or stringing red chili peppers,
I can hear them drumming.
And if I am really joyful
when dancing circles around my dog
or playing pattycake with a friend
or walking in the woods with a lover,
I can hear them singing.
they are saying,
Your laugh is the result of all of our love,
And your dance is our collective heartbeat,
And your movement is the vessel of our story.
Day 9 Poetry Challenge :: Ask a family member to tell you a story of someone in your family who is no longer alive. After hearing the story, write a poem.
Derek the son
A cool, dark lad
Slender, graceful and snappy,
He stole the bacon from out of the cooker between his dads legs
He liked to run and still does
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I like it nice story,
This is beautiful. Despite the poet persona's disconnection with her family and her roots, they still thrive within her. I loved these lines
"and if I am really quiet
when planting my radishes
or knitting a hat
or stringing red chili peppers,
I can hear them drumming.
And if I am really joyful
when dancing circles around my dog
or playing pattycake with a friend
or walking in the woods with a lover,.."
In the midst of mundane, ordinary everyday things, you still find connections with your ancestors. Great lines, lovely poem.
It is like finding home within yourself. Finding the people you thought you've lost are still singing you a lullaby and smiling from corners and wishing you well
Very very nice!
I suggest you continue writing poetry no matter what... Obviously you have the gift! :)
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