I am from the despair of Celtic famine-
A catholic foundling's first born,
Clutching a broken rosary.
I am from the stoicism of Swedish resolve-
Transplanted in the prairie
With a patched accordion.
I am from the intersection of wayfarers-
Incidental passengers
On a Carolina couch
I am from the collision of gray-eyed dreamers-
An accidental offspring
Of freefalling moonlight
I am from the separated horizons
Of Iowan scarcity,
And Florida's cold war sprawl
I am from the poetic political scribe-
Tone deaf and color blind
Behind his daily deadlines
I am from the disillusioned survivor
Of mistaken romances
Suspended between choices
I am from the lonely ether of yesterday-
An apprentice to folly,
An understudy of wit.
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Comments: 29
Lost Soul: It would seem that you're familiar with the ether.
Mary H: Thanks for dropping by. Nice to read your comment.
Linda: Thanks. Are you an apprentice, an understudy or both? (I vote both)
Faith: Your remarks are quite insightful. No surprise coming from you, but I'm grateful for your sensitivity.
Tonia: It's gratifying to be able to engage your imagination. Thanks.
Cat: Some sorcery, some insanity. My legacy is like a well tossed salad.
Juniper: How delighted I am by your comments. Thank you.
"Do not fear mistakes; there are none" -- Miles Davis. The famine, the accidents, disillusionment, all usually describing misfortunes and errors made; here they are simply steps on life's pathway, and they speak of strength and courage.
An accidental offspring
Of freefalling moonlight
I especially like the last two:
An apprentice to folly,
An understudy of wit.
Bonnie: Your affirmation is also appreciated.
i am in awe.
so you must be from awe.
God I loved this piece. One of the best I've read on this challenge.
"I am from the collision of gray-eyed dreamers-
An accidental offspring
Of freefalling moonlight"
Jesus! That's just beautiful! And the last stanza is flat-out perfection!