Creation Story by Patricia Ware After Rita Dove When she was born, the sun fled from despair and the earth gleamed. She was a fresh brush waiting for permission to paint the sky. When she was young, she sliced up sad till it bled. There were ghosts to flee from, daydreams for delight. She was family wrapped, powerfully bound tongued in secrets and baptized in grief, burnished and blistering and blue like a bruise. And her world was already lost. And she was more lost than she is today.
Origin Stories – Creation Story
This poem was jumpstarted by reading Rita Dove’s poem Singsong. Drawn to its lyricism, I was also captivated by the interplay between childhood and the narrator trying to find her place within the larger world. I write a lot of poems about family. And although Creation Story is written in 3rd person, I guess you could call it my own “origin” story. It’s part of a larger collection of poems I’m putting together for my first chapbook.
Patty Ware is a fanatical believer in the power of practicing gratitude and is convinced the best part of each day is the quiet solitude of early morning. She lives in the rainforest of Juneau, Alaska when not visiting her grandchildren in Portland. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Parentheses Journal, Gyroscope Review, Literary Mama and Cirque.
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Previous Origin Stories
April 1 – Wanda Praisner
April 2 – Howard Lieberman
April 3 – L. Shapley Bassen
April 4 – Sharon Scholl
April 5 – Stellasue Lee
April 6 – Jeanne DeLarm
April 7 – Virginia Smith
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