TMLinnea

I am.

4:59. December 27, 2007

Thanks to Jeanea for showing me the first 'I am' poem i have seen. I morphed the last four lines into a sort of mixture of the other two stanzas. I guess that trips up the tradition, but i like it that way. This is me.

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I am a slow forming mist.

That suffocates.

All who walks into her.

Path.

The same mist that settles.

On the banks of London.

In the streets where the children wonder.

If I’m going to bring rain.

I am an analyzer.

Of human emotions, of dangerous behavior.

Of words.

The different dimensions of a mind.

Can be broken with careful skill.

And I find it disturbing.

Because details are on the top layer.

That I always miss.

And the children have a habit.

Of analyzing my slow forming clouds.

And they’ve become experts of telling.

Whenever I can bring rain.

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