Where I'm from

Where I'm from

A Poem by kera moondust
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A poem that describes my childhood in a nut shell =)

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I’m from sun bleached hills

Covered in sage brush and spackled with garbage

Broken trinkets and rocks

Hills that stretch arms up to the sky

Until they peak into the highest of desert mountains

 

I’m from grass sticking to my feet

Caressing my toes and staining my knees,

Concrete bricks and tulips planted every year in the spring

From seeds like mini water melons

And Mid July tempests

Warm rainy blizzards I’d dance to in my rain boots

 

I’m from long drawn out stretches of open road

To compliment yawns of tired children

And the hum of wheels on pavement in the night

The twinkle of the dashboard reflecting in the back window

 

I’m from blackened toes on trampolines

And a little rusty red wagon

Dream catchers with diamond centers

Running up and down streets

Wishing on the first evening star

And holding your hands in front of your face to test the dark

 

I’m from ceilings painted swirly from dreams

To mold intertwining fingers

Of childhood crushes and love

Holding a skin deep midnight

That I couldn’t even dream of grasping now

 

I’m from the look of soft brown eyes

Playful punches, pokes, and giggles

And I’ll never forget the time you pushed me on the tire swing

Or how we ran all over the woods at the back of your property

Your camper

And that painful eight hour drive just to see you

 

But most of all I am from family’s arms wrapped around me

Sloppy kisses slapped on my cheeks

And meaningless chitchat

                                “Oh my how you’ve grown”

                           “What grade are you in now?”

                      “And How old are you?”

Murmured in my presence in a million chiming voices

All laced with love heavy in there undertones

© 2012 kera moondust


Author's Note

kera moondust
everything here is intentional

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Not sure about the nutshell, but this
certainly describes childhood in the
Southwest, even Midwest possibly .
It defines Nostalgia, love and freedom
and it describes good literature.
Thank you for a look into the life of a
beautiful child.
----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 11 Years Ago


kera moondust

11 Years Ago

I'm from the west actually =) but yeah. Thank you.

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Added on November 9, 2012
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kera moondust
kera moondust

San Francisco, CA



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I’m Tori =) Kera is an alias, so do call me by my real name. This is usually where I tell you about me. I’m insane there aren’t many questions on the matter. I love life don&rsqu.. more..

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