I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— I am the thorn of flowers in your mouth, and the foot of the leaf between the limbs of a small tree halved like quarters, and still dying, I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— Ancestress of loss of the root and tree that tried to die. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
I wrote this for the dverse prompt: “We are writing to the First Person Narrative, using “I am” as part of our poem. The voice, and the specific point of view is you, the poet.”
I am not quite sure what I thought of when writing this. I always like to reference in some form or another an ideology of grief, nature and change. For this poem, perhaps being freed of oneself truly constitutes who they now are.
I would classify this as a stream of consciousness as well. I do hope you enjoyed the read. Thank you!