Who Am I?
Here’s a little game that’s fun to play round the campfire.
Who Am I?
Am I `whatsisname’s wife’? ( a chamringly oblique reference I once heard to myself)
Am I Laurence’s mum – or Moni’s, Lana’s, Mags’, Luci’s, Chris’s or Kat’s?
Am I the byline on my stories? (Reporter, poet, demented scribbler?)
Am I Grandma Kav? (I must confess, I like this one best)
But actually even that is not who I really am…
I am the wind over the tree tops
The rush of waves on the shore
I am the stars filling the night sky
The trickle of waters over rocks
The song of the bird in the morning
The list of the ship as it turns toward home
I am the gold of autumn leaves
A swathe of bluebells in the spring
I am the laughter of children
The thunder of hooves
The crunch of crisp windfall apples
I am COLOURS
Many many colours, soft, bright, pastel, bold, check, plain, striped, plaid, dotted, rainbow
I am all that that and it is all of me
And that is who I am.
Now – who are you?
SEED: “The list of a ship as it turns towards home”
A cant towards a memoried haven
is of turmoil twixt mindful rudder
and keel willed obstinacy;
both causing a list of soul and serenity.
A luft of sail give hint of sadness
‘bout lost adventure on waiting shores –
balanced alone by faith in waves
that cavitations of my presence
will brush the sands of tomorrow.
faucon
October 4, 2006 at 4:20 pm
peek a boo
you is our Gail!
Heather Blakey
October 4, 2006 at 10:53 pm
Of course I am!
And faucon, what a beautiful poem you have grown from my humble seed…
gailkav
October 5, 2006 at 3:11 am
Beautiful poem, Gail.
Lori
October 6, 2006 at 7:44 pm
We turn our monikers into inventories of our character, so we simply are in one word that with which we’ve been named.
aletta mes
October 8, 2006 at 9:06 am