Monday, April 25, 2016

The Song Of Where I'm From


I am from red dirt roads barefoot thick,
sorghum camouflaged moonshine.
I am from fields stone deep in hunger,
infant dreams ribbed with crow wings.


I am from discovered stills, a midnight run
from natural to show me, fear, empty pockets,
starting over, hardened skin, rainbow prayers.
I am from strawberry jelly, a wringer washer,
clothes hanging on a line, screen door breezes,
mulberry stains, sun baked mud pies.


I am from newspaper cut patterns, hand made dresses,
the scent of cinnamon, canned beans, oil soaked hands.
I am from hard work, tall trees, mushroom hunts,
whippoorwills, firefly palms, moonlight walks in my father’s shadow.

I am from faded photographs, unanswered questions,
hands that mimic my great grandfather’s, roots seeking sun.

©Susie Clevenger 2016


Day 25 #NaPoWriMo 2016

Natural refers to Arkansas ~ The Natural Sate
Show me refers to Missouri ~ The Show Me State

Real Toads ~ Where Do I Come From?

20 comments:

Cara H said...

True Americana at its finest!
I find it a shame that I will never meet in the flesh some of the people I've "met" virtually. I would very much enjoy spending time with the person who wrote this poem! :-)

Gemma Wiseman said...

I have read your poem several times, immersing in the rich flashes of images. Such a wonderful view of your worlds within worlds.

brudberg said...

Wonderful... so many great images, and those pictures tell so much more. I especially like the unanswered questions... so many of those we all carry.

Ellecee said...

This seems to me to be a heart-felt story about your roots, Susie. I love the photos that you,ve included. A very special story.

writinginnorthnorfolk.com said...

I love reading about other people's childhoods, especially when they are from different countries and cultures. This is wonderful!

Susie Swanson said...

Love this Susie so much i had to read it over three times. It reminds me of where I'm from as well. Great job as usual.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Spectacular writing, Susie.

Gillena Cox said...

Nice one: lots of history and culture, and very close to the sample poem.

Kay L. Davies said...

This is wonderful, Susie, and reminds me how fortunate I am to be able to visit one of my mother's cousins next month.
Hugs, K

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is a whole lot of personal history wrapped up in these lines.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is absolutely gorgeous writing Susie :D

Sherry Blue Sky said...

p.s. The photos are spectacular....I loved the lines about the fields "stone deep in hunger" and the "dreams ribbed with crow wings." WOW!

Outlawyer said...

Ah, lovely, Susie--really well chosen and interesting details. Thanks. k.

Hannah said...

There're so many amazing things from where you've come...sensory and textural and beautiful...a fabric of love you've woven. I love the rooted hands ending. Thank you for the wonderful challenge, Susie!

Stacie Eirich said...

What others said is true - the real-life images make your words come to life. You've captured authentic human experience here - particularly, American experience. It's a poem I knew I wanted to read again the moment I finished. Thanks for sharing.

De said...

Susie, this is every bit as rich in root and phrase and memory as Lyon's original. Just wonderful.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

This was so rich and descriptive - really great to read.

colleen said...

So rich and sensory. It's all so familiar because I am from that now too after living in the VA mountains for 30 years.

angieinspired said...

Truly amazing in detail and charm

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

What a wonderful feast of family reminiscence! I too am from 'newspaper cut patterns, hand made dresses, the scent of cinnamon, canned beans ... hard work, tall trees, mushroom hunts ... moonlight walks in my father’s shadow.'