Poetry Analysis

Where I’m from

I am from takeoffs and descents,

From airline food, peanuts and pretzels                      

From gold, emeralds and tea parties,                       

And picking blueberries in the wild.                       

I’m from an age of train rides                             

And candy that costs 2 cents

From playing with the dirt outside

(I swear, the best thing I ever tasted)                    

And drenching in the rain.

I’m from the Good Night Show

Every night from 6 to 8

From sunny winters

And rainy summers

And don’t forget the BFG

Who’s trumpet gave me the best phizzwizards

This world has ever seen.

I’m from a world of huge, green gardens

And movies every week

From pouring rain for six months straight

And slipping in red rain boots.

I’m from travelling around the world

Jumping from place to place

People always ask me where I’m from

And I always say

“I’m from all over the world .

For my Poetry Analysis, I chose my “Where I’m From” poem. `This poem is about all the places I’ve been to and have special memories from, and my mom’s memories too. I really like this poem because it makes me remember all the places I’ve been in my life (I’ve been to many). It also reminds me of the silly stories of her childhood that my mom told me. I initially wrote this because our teacher assigned it, but after, I started writing for myself, just to cherish the memories I’ve made along the way.

If we were talking about “TIME”,  then I think my poem was strong in Images. It also had some Technical aspects like line breaks and stanzas, but I, personally, think my poem created a very strong (visual) image. Like, I said, ‘’From sunny winters, And rainy summers”, now obviously, in most places, it’s a sunny summer and a rainy/snowy winter, but I’ve lived in a couple places where rainy season (Seattle) was summer and sunny was winter (California).  Also, when it’s talking about my mom, I wrote “I’m from an age of train rides, And candy that costs 2 cents” you can kind of tell that its was sometime maybe.... the 60’s or 70’s? Whenever I read this poem, I see both how different and similar my mom’s and my childhoods were.

This poem really left a mark on me. Before, I really hated poetry, but after this poem, I started to really, really like it. Now, I realize that anything can be a poem, even just plain old memories.