Amalgamation

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Poetry about the body  (posted by Sumana)
“How do we view the image of our body? Do we see it with the eye of the media / advertisement / anyone apart from our own self or is it I am seeing my own body?”

An amalgam of other faces
and bodies of family,
some of whom I have never
met. How much of my body
is uniquely my own?

A pen, utensil, book
all find a comfortable
niche in my right hand.
Difficult to understand.
Am I an abberation
in a family of lefties?
My father’s brown eyes
are mirrored in my sister’s
deep pools. Sea-green
eyes of my mother have
not appeared again.
I am told that my blue
eyes are from my grandfather.

Facially, I merge Mom
and Dad together. Used to
love having a long, sculpted
neck until I aged and the clay
began to crack. My back and hips
are petite, however, my bones
are applying for membership
in the Museum of Osteoporosis.
Thanks, Dad. I like being long-
waisted, but wish I had back
that inch and a half that was
stolen.

After having years to acquaint
myself with my body, I am adjusted
to how it looks and moves. I thank
it for toting me around for so long.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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13 Responses to Amalgamation

  1. susan says:

    An objective study of the family tree reflected in one body! I love the humor you found in this unfunny situation: “my bones
    are applying for membership
    in the Museum of Osteoporosis.”
    And the blue eyes and right handedness are neat details of individuality.
    (I used to be 5″7.5″, and now I am 5’5″–I miss the 2.5 inches too!)

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  2. I enjoyed this so much, the glimpse of parts inherited from family members…….hard to inherit the osteoperosis too. I especially love the gratitude for your body having carried you around for so long. I often think of that – we took them so for granted for so long, and they served us so well.

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  3. jaerose37 says:

    A wonderful poem – really heartening

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  4. oldegg says:

    I often think of all the ancestors I knew and played their part in making me and who gave me what! What a beautiful poem in tribute to your ancestors you have written Sara.

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  5. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    Obviously, you know where and from whom you come!

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  6. hypercryptical says:

    I really like your words, and the story they tell in how ancestry shapes who we are.
    I am grateful too for my body toting around all that I am and for as long as it has. It has begun to complain – but I try not to listen…
    Anna :o]

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  7. Sumana Roy says:

    ” until I aged and the clay
    began to crack.”…..This is the story of all of us 🙂

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