I don’t often play along with writing prompts and challenges, but this one caught my attention.
Brooke from A Gypsy’s Tale wrote her poem based on the poem of George Ella Lyon. Their poems are in the style of Dr. Seuss, but with a twist. They’re meant to be a creative life story using the prompt “Where I’m From.” You can read Brook and George’s poems here on Brooke’s post The Lion’s Lair.
Where I’m From
birthed in Madison Wi raised in Mclean VA independence sought in Portland OR and Boulder CO landing in Fayetteville AR
my tender roots started to grow in the shade of a giant willow tree nature's love nested in my heart dormant until pain demanded action
I sprung forth like a shot traveling the country near and far finally a winter's rest in Portland OR with self-exploration taking hold
then off to new adventures in Boulder CO where the men did call and brothers we became but death came knocking and changed the game wanderlust took hold and fear went traveling
a weary traveler landed in Arkansas with roots tenuous at best too little water and soil constantly pulled by restless feet finally defeat layed down the law at 50 the game became survival slowly self-love took root nurtured in compassion and care
Where I’m From – 2
I'm from willows and creeks, backyard retreats riding bikes, badminton and croquet childhood glee amid adult defeats lost friends, isolation, and pain solace in books, school, and work with excellence the measure
I'm from generations of pain locked in booze and depression tendrils of love in booze and sex travel, parks, hiking, and a VW Camper
I'm from men's groups, soul searching quests advanced in hiking, biking photography, dancing, and play then death came calling roots pulled up again
I'm from fear and losses responsiblity and survival with no clear path forward a hint of light grew in the dark compassion and care leading the way
This is where my mind went. I didn’t follow the same pattern and rhythm as Brooke and George, but they’re two poems of where I’m from. Often, it seems like I’ve made so little progress to show for the many years of personal growth. In fact, I’ve come to believe personal growth and seeking became an obsessive trap for me, another way to seek approval in the world that judges us for performance. The most progress I’ve made is during the last few years when I stopped trying to improve myself and simply focused on loving myself. Finally, I feel hope and see whispers of progress, but the story is far from complete. And still, the best times are long past when I was simply playing and following my joy. Consistent joy has been missing for a long time.
I appreciate all the love and support that you show me. Writing and blogging have been a huge part of my life and healing in the last few years. Thank you. Much like an addict, I need much more social connection.
May your journey be filled with love and connection, Brad