Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman Is A Source of Inspiration
I Am Inspired by the Young Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman
The stimulating words of 22 year old Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman, touched my heart as l was reminded of my love for poetry. Amanda’s words emanated from her lips as she recited such powerful prose based on her poem The Hill We Climb, “A nation of all people. By all people, for all people.” These puissant, articulate expressions were given at the inauguration of President Biden as millions listened intensely. This was an excellent reminder of how we should live united together as a human race under the rulership of our Grand Creator Jehovah God.
This extremely, talented poet Amanda Gorman reminded me of the hope we have for our young people now and in the future. Amanda was interviewed by anchorman Anthony Mason of CBS This Morning news. He revealed how originally this talented young woman had difficulty performing. Gorman sadly acknowledged, “As a child, as a toddler growing up l had a speech impediment.” Mason was surprised as he asked, “How long did you have that speech impediment?“ Amanda responded, “Oh, gosh. I would say, through Sophomore year of college. When you have to teach yourself how to pronounce the American alphabet. When you teach yourself over years how to say your own name. You gain a real appreciation for the musicality and complexity of sound. So often people would say, wow it’s amazing you’ve done all this despite your speech impediment. I say, l’ve done all of it because of that experience.” I related to this statement because as a young woman growing up in the south there were certain words l couldn’t pronounce. When my family moved from the south to the north, l was embarrassed and would get teased about my southern twang. Amanda’s words reminded me of how l fought to overcome these challenges.
During the interview with Mason, Amanda Gorman was shown at the inauguration speaking these poetically, powerful words, “We the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother. Can dream of becoming president. Only to find herself reciting for one.” Amanda Gorman is a source encouragement for me as a writer and poet. I just want to say to Amanda, thank you for your inspiration.
“...When you have to teach yourself how to pronounce the American alphabet. When you have to teach yourself over the years how to say your own name. You gain a real appreciation for the musicality and complexity of sound. So often people would say wow, its amazing you’ve done all this despite your speech impediment. I say, l’ve done all of it because of that experience.”— Poet Laureate Amamda Gorman
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Verses From The Heart About Life and Death
#Mommy Sleeps Endlessly
Melancholy controls my dreams
as I see you there
devoid of life's wetness
An embryo within you was my origin,
this retention is mine for
wakefulness resides no longer.
Oblivious my state remains.
I clawed the glass box
that holds your torso
sleeping upon satin pillows.
An isolated escape into our memories,
you never enlisted.
The realization that they were
no longer ours but mine.
I dangle from the tightrope
threatened by your sedated breath.
Pointed roofs, snow covered
smoke seeps from distant brick structures
transmigration of light shines
never comparable to your glorious white beauty,
for it is temporary
I will awake and see you no more
as sunlit waves encroach you.
I walk about in my lumber, glass filled box
attempting to capture your magnificence
in print and sight.
Oaks standing tall among a variety of creatures.
I write by moonlight
so surreal and splendid.
Beguiler, you are
the frigidness envelops me
your brawny touch penetrates my essence.
Upon His Chest
Soothingly, I abide
love entangles my heart.
No utterances shared,
awake I cannot be.
My head heavily upon his chest,
fragrance of midnight breath,
joyously fill my nostrils, yet I remain.
Lingering, solitude fulfills me,
flashes of salvation.
Only death could pluck me
from the midst of pure ecstacy.
If expiration is inevitable,
let this be my burial place.
The poem, "Mommy Sleeps Endlessly" is dedicated to her sons Jared and Jaleel. Carol, died a few years ago as family and friends miss her dearly.
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2011 Claudette Coleman Carter