Still A Question

I am from
Mockingbird mornings and nighthawk nights
Where life spirals between the branches of a Mulberry tree
And playing house in the shed out back
Unless you want to (ick) play “War” with the boys
I am mountain air, pines and dusty trails
Homecooked meals and powdered milk
Purring cats and Peterson’s bird guide
Parental Bacchanalian parties, with sibling silent vigils
Canyon filled summers and book laden school years
Redwood love and tropical fantasies-that became reality
Flowing words, images and love for the magic that dances between
Hard decisions and a weak sense of self
Miracles, sadness and the swift fist of reality
All this has made me alternatively, tender as a fresh baked cookie, and hard as lessons learned
I never knew where I would be until I got there, and who I am is still a question

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20 thoughts on “Still A Question

    • Bjorn, it was an interesting childhood, as I’m sure yours was as well. Always learning, which I enjoyed. The details that are brought into your life experience, expand our appreciation of the world.

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  1. I like all the Nature images in your poem, as well as the mixture of positive and less so elements, the weak and the strong… I guess who we are is often still a question, at least in part.

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  2. Your enjoyment of nature comes through loudly and clearly in your poem! It seems to be so much of who you are. Your ending really caused me to reflect…probably we NEVER know where we are until we get there. Smiles. And as to who we are, I guess each of us is a work in progress. Smiles.

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  3. All this has made me alternatively, tender as a fresh baked cookie, and hard as lessons learned… that gripped me… how our life shapes us and depending on circumstances we react in this or that way… and that close… i like that the journey is still happening and all is in a phase of becoming – not having arrived already – i like that

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  4. what an interesting world you are from! enjoyed the spirit, curiosity, the magic of just being and the search of an identity..lovely..” Parental Bacchanalian parties, with sibling silent vigils”..aw this made me smile…

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