The Poetic Asides prompt for today is “color,” to make a color the title of your poem and go from there. I like that idea, and have written a few poems in the past about colors. Specifically two poems about the color blue. And so I immediately thought of blue when I read that prompt. But I’m not feeling the colors today, my mind still — big surprise — caught up in the past, in the anticipation of what I might find Tuesday when I go to the family search center downtown.
I am drawn again and again to those slave schedules, to the lists of unnamed people. That’s where I want to start, but how?
my name —
place me, ground
me. Connect me
to your past, to mine,
Call my name.
See that I’m here.
A name: full, weighted,
show that I’m real,
place me beside you.
Almost. This one didn’t fall into my brain as easily as the ones I’ve been writing the last week or so. Feels a little heavy and awkward.
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An Arun is a 15-line poem with the syllable count 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. It may be a new thing in the world, made up by me last year. “Arun” means “five” in Yoruba.