claude gives me the death stare. polaroid spectra & iphone
I am the wrinkled red skin of a too-ripe tomato
I am the dawn chorus
I am winters memory of green
I am the nikau canopy
I am the well of grief
I am the friendship that no longer serves you
I am the arms of the mother
I am barbecued lamb
I am the long tail
I am the discount coupon
I am motel rooms, rented by the hour
I am midnight rendezvous
I am a bright red convertible
I am the last of my kind
I am the tawny owl
I am green paint
I am the open door
I am beach-side property, calling your name
I am falling in love again, as if for the first time
I am absurdity
I am here
I am nowhere
Just beautiful!!
here, there, wherever you are, you have a gift with words.
these though, they speak right to the heart of my heart:
I am the discount coupon
I am motel rooms, rented by the hour
I am midnight rendezvous
I am the last of my kind
this is beautiful. i love the line about the discount coupon! & of course, the honest sentiments that drift from the words.
here or there, i always love reading your words :)
I am a few of these things too!!
Sending hugs!
i am loving this post, so glad to have spent time with you and wonder about that beach property you shared with me your last evening.
xo
HUGS! that is all.