Since the moment I held a pencil I've been creating with drawings and words. I believe paintings enlighten and poems entice our audiences.
There are questions that don't have conclusive answers but leave us wondering. Poetry is a comfortable place to ponder around in, that leads us to find our own answers.
Where Am I From?
I’m from atoms floating in galactic stars
A moon spitting light around a circular mass
Sunlight feeding earth-barren trees
My first love of breath from a cave of serenity.
I’m from strong-rooted structures
Filled with round balls in multitudes of colors
Sweet filled liquid inside
Cascades down the pipe
Squelches my hunger with strings of joy.
I’m from bulls with character
Mopping wet with enthusiasm
Stairways to heaven
Rock, rolls, and banded groups
Long-hairs driving around in peace-loving beetle bugs.
I’m from a garden
Stroked by the hands of Monet
Stirred by the sounds of a hummingbird
Filled with the feast of a wedding
Protected by the strength of a Tiger.
I’m from a museum
Mystical medleys of color
Round out each canvas
While dancing figurines
Sit still on dusty shelves
Longing for life.
I’m from lands afar
A firefly floating in space
Sparse little towns
Quiet corners of the earth
Quills of calm inside.
I’m from each of you
A nest of cuckoo’s
A mix of matter
A first breath and a last.
© 2020 Mary Borges