https://msstate-exhibits.libraryhost.com/files/original/9/2287/Starkey_Sweet_Potatoes.jpg 5a03f98806a8c812ccf0273adebb9abd https://msstate-exhibits.libraryhost.com/files/original/9/2287/Starkey_Sweet_Potatoes.1.pdf 5726139425b9ea7dfae8415293161928 PDF Text Text Sweet Potatoes The fifth step, with a glass of water in my left hand, the varies of dust made a form of message(s), circling a whisper that came from the river. I tried following the dust, asking them if the river was close by, but they laughed and disappeared, silently, taking what I knew only to seem confused. My knees became wobbly from the questioning, to see the river, I must know the rhythm of the message. The tenth step, left to the right, I tripped on a pile of wondering, covered with dirt, my glass of water spilled. With my face to the earth, knowing that the drums are nearby, A sweet scent appeared, touching my left nostril, I remember this presence on a plate. Discovering the path, opening my eyes to be sitting at a table, with an empty glass beside me, my grandmother poured the cup with water, singing: “River rum rum rum.” Bio Santos Starkey is a senior psychology major at Mississippi State University from California, by way of Meridian, Mississippi. Starkey found his love for writing through the influence of his Mother's collection of books and his family's encouragement to be creative as an adolescent. He enjoys reading, taking nature adventures, and listening to and studying music in his free time. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Bully's Bards Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sweet Potatoes Description An account of the resource A poem by Santos Starkey Date Available Date (often a range) that the resource became or will become available. 2023 Subject The topic of the resource Months--Poetry Poetry Type The nature or genre of the resource text Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource jpg pdf Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context Starkey_Sweet Potatoes.jpg Starkey_Sweet Potatoes.pdf Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Bully's Bards: Celebrating the Poets of Mississippi State University, Mississippi State University Libraries. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Starkey, Santo Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource Copyright protected by Santo Starkey. Use of materials from this collection beyond the exceptions provided for in the Fair Use and Educational Use clauses of the U.S. Copyright Law may violate federal law. Permission to publish or reproduce is required. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Mississippi State University Libraries Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Santos Starkey Language A language of the resource en-US Scripto Transcription A written representation of a document. Note on transcription: This transcription may not reflect the poetic form established by the poet. Please refer to the PDF file of this poem available in the Files section for proper formatting. Sweet Potatoes The fifth step, with a glass of water in my left hand, the varies of dust made a form of message(s), circling a whisper that came from the river. I tried following the dust, asking them if the river was close by, but they laughed and disappeared, silently, taking what I knew only to seem confused. My knees became wobbly from the questioning, to see the river, I must know the rhythm of the message. The tenth step, left to the right, I tripped on a pile of wondering, covered with dirt, my glass of water spilled. With my face to the earth, knowing that the drums are nearby, A sweet scent appeared, touching my left nostril, I remember this presence on a plate. Discovering the path, opening my eyes to be sitting at a table, with an empty glass beside me, my grandmother poured the cup with water, singing: “River rum rum rum.”