Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Autobiography

This one has been languishing for a while, but it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. So here it is...


I was born where the earth meets the sky,
I was born in the land where it all began.
I was born as stars fell from heaven
and burned the ground in a history of man.

I grew up on mattresses underground
while adults deciphered
the whiz of bombshells above.
Heavy artillery was just another snow day.

And then the fire died
and the phoenix rose from the ashes—
or so they liked to say.

But my ghosts were elsewhere
conjuring a life for me to possess,
a spread of white and street signs.

I am here now in the shadow of the green
where I trade words for family.
I am here chasing a dream that
died long before it began.

Straddling the ocean like the Colossus of Rhodes,
a foot in each heart,
looking down at what’s in between.

It is there that I find my reflection
in the water that swallowed
cities and men.

7 comments:

Delirious said...

I am here chasing a dream that
died long before it began.


Perfect.

arch.memory said...

Thank you, Ms. President! ;)

Delirious said...

:)

You are most welcome, Minister of Poetry!

Erin said...

I am here now in the shadow of the green
where I trade words for family.


Beautiful lines these, among many others. Great write.

Scheherazade said...

this poem wasn't languishing dear man.

it was finished.

it's complete. and heartwrenching.

i don't even know where to begin from the falling stars burning the ground, to your rise and and exchange of words for family, and the image of you straddling your two worlds as Colossus...it makes me cry for your struggle and pine for your success.

arch.memory said...

Erin, thanks for dropping by and sharing.
And Scheherazade, you are too generous! Thank you.

Shirley said...

I am here chasing a dream that
died long before it began? As long as you keep chasing it, it will live. I sincerely hope you catch up to it one day.