Hello, it’s Nazira at the keyboard today. I have a little bit of a thing for found poems, new works that are created – or collated, compiled, curated, if you prefer – from that which already exists. This found poem, called ‘We Are…’, is drawn from across the ‘7 Question’ blog series with our members that came to an end last week. Enjoy!
We Are… Roti-protesting, cycling, dancing, football-supporting oddballs Music and art and rhythm, texture and pattern, layers and shape Knackered mums and weird families and mother-daughter legacies Oil lamps and kajal, samosas and sandals Accepters of self, healers of trauma and grief Spiritual and searching, sensual and soul-nurturing Capturers of moments, thoughts, feelings, and observations Makers of sense and spotlighters of the brushed-aside Editors and trimmers and hidden-picture revealers World travellers and inner-universe unravellers Weavers of epic tales and examiners of life on a microscopic scale Storytellers, library dwellers, and (note)book hoggers Muse respecters and magical-thinking-time defenders Passionate and impulsive, rooted but ready-to-fly Trying, failing, learning, and succeeding, all on our own terms Deconstruction without destruction Vulnerability without voyeurism And rage without apology This brings us to this moment but doesn’t define all that we are This is contained in us but in it we are not contained And you are...?