Poetry Exercise

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It's very bad form to ever post poetry on a blog.

I came across this poetry writing exercise that seemed to good to pass up. This was inspired by a poem by Goerge Ella Lyons entitled "Where I'm From".



I am from _______ (specific ordinary item), from _______ (product name) and _______.
I am from the _______ (home description... adjective, adjective, sensory detail).
I am from the _______ (plant, flower, natural item), the _______ (plant, flower, natural detail)
I am from _______ (family tradition) and _______ (family trait), from _______ (name of family member) and _______ (another family name) and _______ (family name).
I am from the _______ (description of family tendency) and _______ (another one).
From _______ (something you were told as a child) and _______ (another).
I am from (representation of religion, or lack of it). Further description.
I'm from _______ (place of birth and family ancestry), _______ (two food items representing your family).
From the _______ (specific family story about a specific person and detail), the _______ (another detail, and the _______ (another detail about another family member).
I am from _______ (location of family pictures, mementos, archives and several more lines indicating their worth).

My take on this is beow the fold, read it for laughs. Send me yours or blog it f you aren't chicken.

The inspiration for this came from the blog don't eat alone.

I am from bluejeans, 
    from Absolut & Ice.
I am from the the house near the end -- non descript and quietly suburban.
I am from the rock and the lotus 
    blooming where it should not be.
I am from catholicism and fearing the worst, 
    from Uncle and Murphys and Gilmans
I am from hard workers and easy believers.
From "god loves his children" 
     and "we know better than them".
I am from weird places -- places that anthropologists go 
    when the jungle isn't strange enough.
I'm from West Germany 
when that used to be a place & Poland,
    Ireland and still Native to this place
    hamburger helper and frozen custard.
From Charlie who hugged a bear in the Big Woods of Wisconsin,
    the man who caught and sold more fish 
    than I ever will 
    and
    people who exchanged their lives for faith
    more than I'll give.
I am from scrapbooks, 
    computer directories, 
    mormon vaults, 
    attics and basements, 
    crowded apartments and tiny homes.
Worth more than you think -- 
    sometimes I fear I'll pass it up like unwanted junk at an estate sale.

Ephemera

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