Creative Writing Week 4

This week I am choosing to write a little on Natasha Trethewey's poem Myth.

In the poem, I thought about some dreams I have. They are so real to the point you wake up and still believe them to be true in your disillusioned state. My grandmother passed away about five years ago and in my dreams we talk, eat and share times and when I wake up those first few moments-- she is still alive. As my unconscious/conscious being starts to come to, the reality at the moment fades as I sunk into -- that was a dream she's dead. Just as a mother who has lost a child runs into their bedroom only to find they were not there and her mind played a nasty trick on her. Upon reading some of her other published works I find she does good at putting narrative writing from stories quite possibly being recollections from older family members in a reminiscent state. I know there are times I will be having coffee with my grandfather and he talks about growing up on the farm and gets so entranced in the moment he begins to salivate; I go home and write a narrative piece which makes those stories come all that much real for the reader to relive through someone else's words.

Links: Other Poems Interview & Reading New Poem Monument