Where I’m From

I am from tree lined streets, Black Jack gum 
and icy cold coke bottles stacked in a vending machine.
I am from a tidy house with grey trim, the smell of green grass warm in the sun, 
from abundant fruit picked from backyard trees; plums, figs, avocados and loquats.
I am from the mountain foothills rugged, steep and shrouded in smog; 
from rattlesnakes in the gutter and coyotes trotting the streets at dawn.
I am from summer beaches, tanning oil and transistor radios.  
I am from lemon fights in abandoned orchards, forts built in fields and running in sprinklers. 
I am from Wassel and Albers, emotional fighters and reserved farmers; 
I am from a professor father who taught me to be honest 
and a homemaker mother who sewed all my clothes.
From a stamp collector and a lover of books.
I am from The Black Stallion and Little Women.  
I am from the smell of horses on my skin and chlorine in my hair.
I’m a California native from Hungarian and German stock, hurka, cobass, sauerkraut and dill.  
I’m from avocado on toast and fresh bakery bread smeared with butter; 
From dirt and sand and sun.
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You in Parallel Lines

This poem was written using three different prompts.

First, from Margo’s Tuesday Tryout  I used her prompt to find my focus.  
Jot down four lists: Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Try for at least six items per category. Remember that you can be metaphorical as well as literal. You can be as creative and imaginative and as out of the box as you would like.
Take one item from each list and use the four in a poem. Allow the four to suggest your focus.
My four words were: fossils, saddle, t-shirt and sapphire.  I didn’t end up using saddle and instead used another of my “old” words: redwoods.


Second, from We Write Poems prompt #64 which was:
No, not a lesson in geometry, but rather a method for reinforcing a phrase or idea within a poem. This form of “parallelism” employs either two lines expressing the same idea, or two lines presenting the opposing notions for contrast and refined exposition. We were asked by Nicole to write a poem using either or both of these two variants.

And third, from Jingle Poetry’s Potluck which was to write a poem about Love and its not being there.

Like fossils found in the ground
Or redwoods reaching for the sky,
Our love has endured the passage of time.

Your eyes shine like the sapphire ocean, 
Like a clear blue California sky;
Welcoming and warm, blazing bright.

Laying in your arms, your scent surrounds me.
So I wear your t-shirt, soft and worn,
On the nights I sleep alone.