From where I hide my mind

From where I hide my mind

A Poem by Entheos

A character poem based on a man I saw at Target. This is done in the style of George Ella Lyon's poem "Where I'm from."


I am from grime and dirt
From Slim Jim, and Skoal, and Yamaha
I am the sock lost under the bug-ridden bed
I am from the tissue, yellowed by time and smut
I am from the hunted doe
Pursued and gasping
I am from the books of thought
Hidden on out of place shelves
I am from factory soot
Black and warily found
I am from Hephaestus’s forge
Hammered in the minds of unforgiving people
From the closet hiding only denim of brown
And from the sole of wore out boots
I speak with the voice of men not heard
And men understood even less
I am from the bark of a gnarled oak
Ancient, ugly, and secretly wise
I am from old burnt cigarettes
And from trays fill with sulfurous ash
I am air hidden in the earth and fire
A gem in the depths of the mire
I am from mind concealed in flesh
Feeling, thinking, but never expressing
My heart yearns for the page
As my back yearns for the pause
I am from the aisle of poverty
Never dreaming of rising above
Never seeing as others see me
I am from the heart of Homer
I am from the heart of Virgil
I am from the heart of the tome.


© 2009 Entheos

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Beautiful. This is very powerful. Good job(:

Posted 10 Years Ago

Wow.. "I am from.." how much depth you gave this simple phrase..I am standing on the sidelines picturing this man speaking aloud to just anyone, or perhaps no one. This is well written and I really enjoyed the read.

Posted 11 Years Ago

powerful and beautiful.

I liked the many twists and turns of imagery...

I believe I can picture the individual you were describing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on September 23, 2009
Last Updated on September 23, 2009



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