4 In poetry

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whangaumu beach [map], new zealand.

i am your breath, before i wake
i am slightly out of focus
i am the shadow cast by the strings of the cello
i am a rainbow of prayer flags
i am the power to choose my own destiny
i am a weekend, up at the beach
i am rock pools full of starfish
i am the sea breeze, wafting through your door
i am gifted to you by the sea
i am bodysurfing; togs(1) full of sand
i am the fourth dimension in a world of three
i am what happens when you spend friday nights alone
i am the morning after
i am the six-fingered man
i am the meeting called to order
i am open; wide; to receive the light
i am restless dreaming
i am the day that will never come
i am the sharp edges
i am either / or
i am caught between countries
i am now here
i am nowhere

(1) togs: swimming outfit

  • Christina
    18/02/2011 at 23:38

    My favorite: “i am the shadow cast by the strings of the cello.”

  • Ashley
    15/02/2011 at 20:53

    This gives me goosebumps, in the most amazing way.

  • Carol
    12/02/2011 at 19:50

    {i am grateful for you in this world}

  • Swirly
    12/02/2011 at 16:22

    {breathless}