Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EST March 8th 2021

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Our text for this session was “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon, posted below.

Our prompt was: “Write about where you’re from.”

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Where I’m From
By George Ella Lyon

I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch.
(Black, glistening
it tasted like beets.)
I am from the forsythia bush,
the Dutch elm
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I am from fudge and eyeglasses,
         from Imogene and Alafair.
I'm from the know-it-alls
         and the pass-it-ons,
         from perk up and pipe down.
I'm from He restoreth my soul
            with cottonball lamb
            and ten verses I can say myself.

I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch,
           fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost
            to the auger
      the eye my father shut to keep his sight.

Under my bed was a dress box
spilling old pictures.
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments --
snapped before I budded --
leaf-fall from the family tree.

3 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EST March 8th 2021

  1. About where I’m from~~~

    I’m from times gone by,
    when children played in the streets…hopscotch, duck, duck, goose.
    When families gathered together for Sunday dinners, pot roast and potatoes,
    when everyone got caught up on the comings and goings of the past week.

    I’m from a small town where everyone knows everyone else,
    where there were no secrets or secret agendas,
    where family trees are easily traced and there are no broken branches.

    From a time when we were our brother’s keeper,
    vigilant and generous in offering aid to anyone who’s down and out.
    No doubts, no what-ifs.

    I’m from a quieter and slower time,
    when thoughts could slowly pass through the mind.
    When smiles were broadly shown and hugs were generously given.

    A time long passed, but sweetly remembered.
    A mellow time, warming the spirit.
    The past leading me into the future.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Isabel

    My text about the poem Where I’m from

    I’m from places I’ never visited.
    I’m from voices I’ never listened and faces I’ ve never seen.
    I’ m from the ancient wishes and sadness.
    That is my greatest certainty and my greatest ignorance.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. I am from the wombs that survived, the famine in Rural Bengal,
    and the rape in Lahore
    I am from the street where a cobra bit a sleeping mongrel
    and the cobra died
    I am from the mud hut with a thatched roof whose five adults got swept by the enraged river
    that changed it’s course in the stroke of the midnight hour on a moonless night
    I am from the world where survival happened by chance
    I am the sum total of infinite chances.

    Liked by 1 person

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