Lemurian City of Ladies

Who Am I?

Posted in Gypsy Caravan by gailkav on October 4th, 2006

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?

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  1. faucon said, on October 4th, 2006 at 4:20 pm

    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.

  2. Heather Blakey said, on October 4th, 2006 at 10:53 pm

    peek a boo
    you is our Gail!

  3. gailkav said, on October 5th, 2006 at 3:11 am

    Of course I am!

    And faucon, what a beautiful poem you have grown from my humble seed…

  4. Lori said, on October 6th, 2006 at 7:44 pm

    Beautiful poem, Gail.

  5. aletta mes said, on October 8th, 2006 at 9:06 am

    We turn our monikers into inventories of our character, so we simply are in one word that with which we’ve been named.

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