Wisp of Memory
I am the mere wisp of memory
I amuse the world with mirth
I possess tresses the color of flame
I have on my skin caramel kisses from the sun
I hold an extraordinary ability to make things grow
I am the mere wisp of memory
I travel with the wind as swift as a gazelle
I am not the virtue of domesticity
I wrestle with the sustenance of life
I become engulfed in the yarns of man
I laugh at the mischief and mirth of a storyline
I am the mere wisp of memory
I perceive the sound of stars whispering their names
I abhor living like a ladybug under a magnifying glass
I vanished into the embrace of alcoholism
I loved my child
I am India Opal’s mother
I am the mere wisp of memory
I am the mere wisp of memory
I amuse the world with mirth
I possess tresses the color of flame
I have on my skin caramel kisses from the sun
I hold an extraordinary ability to make things grow
I am the mere wisp of memory
I travel with the wind as swift as a gazelle
I am not the virtue of domesticity
I wrestle with the sustenance of life
I become engulfed in the yarns of man
I laugh at the mischief and mirth of a storyline
I am the mere wisp of memory
I perceive the sound of stars whispering their names
I abhor living like a ladybug under a magnifying glass
I vanished into the embrace of alcoholism
I loved my child
I am India Opal’s mother
I am the mere wisp of memory
I love this Angie. I wrote about Winn Dixie because i can realte with Opal. I have recently been involved in a similar dog situation so this story was very appropriate for me.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is simply amazing and very deep. The word choice of your poem reflects the complicated life of Opal's mother. I found her complex. I wished Opal would have seen her in the book to see if my prediction was true.
ReplyDeleteI think this is a great post. I love that you chose such a challanging character. I would never have thought to choose her. I could tell exactlly who you were soon into the poem but I kept reading to make sure because it was different. It makes her more of an influence in the book
ReplyDeleteAngie - I love how you took those ten lines and made them a poem. That was such an unique idea; way to go!!!
ReplyDeleteAWESOME JOB! Absolutely beautiful. ~~~brooke~~~
ReplyDeleteI really liked you poem and the way you used your words.
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