“I Am” Poem
I
am…
Springfield,
Missouri, with its unpredictable weather and varying personalities
my
yellow security blanket that when lost, changed to my security polar bear named
Cinnamon
annual
first day of school photos, taken with disposable cameras to digital cameras to
smartphones
a
brand new backpack full of unfinished papers, unfulfilled plans, and used gum
wrappers
waking
up late on chilly Saturday mornings, scalding coffee, and the invitation of
tapping rain on my window
spinning
records, late night phone calls with friends when I should be asleep, and
burning lavender scented candles in my room
polaroid
photos that capture the memories of a lifetime within seconds, clothes pinned
and hung on a long piece of twine
stacks
of blank CDs waiting to be filled with my favorite collections of songs
hour
long car rides on the highway going nowhere, the stars as my only witness
showing
up either too early or too late
barely
having enough money or time to go out with friends but going out anyway
the
twinkling street lights behind me of the city I know best
the
twinkling green eyes in front of me of the person I know best
a
secret wish of eternal childhood
someone
refusing of change
a
book, constantly starting new chapters until it reaches its conclusion
Hi Laura! As you know, I also have an affinity for and sentimental attachment to Polaroids. I like your line about the evolution of the cameras that have taken your first day photos over the years. I also like the line about the "invitation of rain tapping on my window" on a lazy, chilly morning and the "stars as my only witness" as you drive to nowhere. I enjoyed this glimpse of what's important to you. Thanks, Laura!
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