I come from silky mud

after a season of rain, rain, rain

one spring.

The universe would not

allow the earth to dry up

my mother could not resist

and picked up a clump

and made a fist

to shape me into the person I am today.

She told me though

that I had picked her.

 


6 responses to “Origin”

  1. jlmartindesigns Avatar

    I like the feel of this poem, look forward to reading more!

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    1. poemattic Avatar

      Thanks! Look forward to reading more of your work.

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  2. unexpectedincommonhours Avatar

    Great poem! Thank you for the pingback.

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  3. midsummer Avatar

    Pretty nice post. I just stumbled upon your blog and wished to say that I’ve truly enjoyed browsing your blog posts. In any case I’ll be subscribing to your
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  4. roband1906 Avatar

    I like this. You took a simple thing like walking in the rain and mud and made it sound beautiful. Great metaphor with the mud, clay and yourself.

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    1. poemattic Avatar

      Thanks so much. I want to learn how to do pottery in my old age :). For me it is a way to connect with nature and to become more creative. But when I wrote the poem I thought about my own formation and how I get it now that we are all a part of each other. Thanks again. -Melba Christie

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