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Wednesday
Jun132007

i come from {poetry thursday}

i want to share another poem i wrote at artfest in susan wooldridge's poemcrazy class...when i read this poem tonight, i was reminded of possibility once again.

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I come from
a land where Cinderella eats a
black apple and dances in
both her shoes.

I come from
a tree house city where I watch
forest elephants search for their souls
inside a purple sky.

I come from
a field of gold and pink dotted petals
nestled in the breast of the milky way.

I come from
a heron’s wing, a wooly fleshed
warbler, a chickadees spell.

I come from
a tiptoeing, still, winter home
where I wrap myself in
a blanket of stories.

Reader Comments (17)

love it! so proud of you, your journey and your bravery.

xo

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered Commenteramy

gorgeous poem Liz.xoxo

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterceanandjen

I like this one. It reminds me of where I'm from too, just a bit.

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterDave

Lovin' it, Liz. Such imagination and rich details to bring your vision to my mind. It's difficult for me to play with words like this and 'poemcrazy' is a great resource to get you to do just that. I can definitely see possibilities woven through this poem.

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterStar

It has a fairy tale effect!

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered Commentergautami

liz.. i am so DRAWN to the last verse... the tiptoeing, still, winter home....

i know this place... somewhere that my heart resides.

xo

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterTracie Lyn Huskamp

i love the last verse too! "where i wrap myself in a blanket of stories". wow.

btw, found your blog via poetry thursday. do you mind if i add you as one of my links? really enjoyed reading your posts.

cheers!
~odessa

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterodessa

I LOVE the third and final stanzas. This is lovely, Liz. Thank you.

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterKatie

I love the combination of realism and whimsy - rather like magical realism - in your poem. Beautiful! I especially like the last line.

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterparis parfait

14 June 2007



Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.


Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.

It is of birdsong and misty dawns

and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.


The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.





The first water birds head out for the far shore.

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterPoetry

Pure magic. Thank you.

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterwelcome to my universe

Very lovely...beautiful + goosebumps...

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterLINDSAY

i got chills when you read this to me in our dorm room at artfest and i love it still now. it's so, so good.

June 14, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterkelly rae

Such lovely imagery in this.

June 15, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterCrafty Green Poet

dearheart
you are sweet and remarkable :)

June 15, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterGoddess of Leonie

You come from a place of magic and imagination -- and from that place, everything/anything is possible. You -- your story, your journey, your life -- are possible.

Seems that the poemcrazy class helped you dive into the possibility -- what a wonderful learning for you, Liz!

June 15, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermaureen

What a vividly magical poem! xx, JP

June 16, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJane Poe (aka Deborah)

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