Here is a poem I had to write for my ENG 400 class. Now, let me be clear, I am not a poet. However, I like what this is about and it's not nails-on-the-chalk-board-awful, so I would like to share it with you:
Sri Lanka and Me
I don’t realize that, of course,
It all had to come from somewhere,
An overwhelming thought.
Before they ever came to me,
These two legs
Traveled the world:
A vibrant mind translates to
Lead smudges and eraser shavings.
Artist strokes give them shape.
Raw hands gather fluffy living snow that
Doesn’t melt as the sun’s oven
Bakes earth, sweat, and song
Silver teeth flash
They lace a web around nimble fingers who
Know how to avoid the bite.
Bare feet replicate one motion
On the pedal to fashion a piece.
Each a source of life to the ones she treasures.
The bellies of planes, trains, and automobiles
Fill with heaps of denim.
Voices shout, ears follow, and directions flow.
Arms lift one pair to the shelf and I lift it off again.
All the threads meet as if by design.
I read made in Sri Lanka
But my eyes remain blind.
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