I am from Rhode Island,
from memories and moments past.
I am from moments that are now
(sad, happy
life can taste so sweet.)
I am from the grass,
the Birch tree
who provided shade,
for all the hot summers.
I’m from soda and guitar,
from Krylon and Liquitex.
I’m from the simple minded and the complex,
from set sail to shipwreck.
I’m from life happening when you make
plans
and all the spirituality I have.
I’m from Stephen Hawking and Family Guy,
late nights and caffeine.
from the sight my father lost to M.S.
the hope my father kept to face every day.
In my dresser are the memories
of a life,
that has never been the same
but a place to return to in sadness.
I am from the moments-
taken out of my habitat-
grass cut from the lawn
very differnt and intresting but i like it.never even heard of learning this type of random sort of style. but it is well written. you have grown to be quite the poet.