Wednesday, March 31, 2010

If I Were

Do you know Gillian at the Dreaming Press? She is one of the neatest gals I know. She has done this meme, "If I Were" and I am copycatting her here. Try and stop me, bitches. ;-)

Here goes!

If I were a month, I would be November. After the trick or treaters go home, the real witches walk the earth. Under a yellow moon, you'll see us pass by with our black cat familiars.

If I were a day, I would be the winter solstice. I know I was probably supposed to say a day of the week, but you know how I get.

If I were a time of day, I would be early morning. I almost said sunset, because I love that, too, but early morning is so full of promise. It's quiet and fresh and I love it.

If I were a font, I would be Helvetica. It's a little different, slightly goth-y, and the word sounds other-worldly and feminine. 

If I were a sea animal, I would be a mermaid. I would be ridiculously beautiful and impossible to catch. Hey, sailor....*laffin*

If I were a direction, I would be true north. That way, my love could always find me.

If I were a piece of furniture, I would be a baby grand piano. Shiny and black and in perfect tune, I would bring joy by both sight and sound. I would belong to some soft rocker chick and she would find so many songs in my smooth and eager keys.

If I were a liquid, I would be mango juice, in a tall glass on a table outside. 

If I were a gemstone, I would be onyx. Some of my layers would be constant, others ever changing.

If I were a tree, I would be an apple tree with beautiful white blossoms. Lovers would kiss beneath my sheltering branches.

If I were a tool, I would be an axe held in a sure and accurate hand.

If I were a flower, I would be a white lily. I would know love by brides and mystery by death.

If I were an element of weather, I would be a summer storm. The dark sky would be my hair, the lightning my eyes, the thunder my passion and the rain my love.

If I were a musical instrument, other than the baby grand I already wrote about, I would be a black electric guitar. I would belong to a young woman who had been told she could never play me well enough. Together, we would prove them all wrong.

If I were a color, I would be red, baby. Bold, beautiful, sexy red.

If I were emotion, I would be passion. 

If I were a fruit, I would be an apple. I would be temptation for the weak, poison for the cruel, nourishment for the hungry and a gift for teachers. 

If I were a sound, I would be the sound of the wind through the trees, reminding everyone that the unseen is real and the world around them is a living, moving entity.

If I were an element, I would be air. I would be filled with birds.

If I were a car, I would be a classic Detroit muscle car. I would belong to a girl, and I would be her body when she needed to be bigger, stronger, faster, bolder.

If I were food, I would be lasagna. I would be served on a bright white china plate and set upon a clean checkered table cloth in a cozy restaurant. I would be created especially for the joy of a dark haired woman in a white dress whose lover will propose before I am gone. 

If I were a place, I would be a bakery. I would smell wonderful. I would offer joy.

If I were a material, I would be silk. I would come all the way from China, just to please someone's skin.

If I were a taste, I would be the intimate taste of the woman I love.

If I were a scent, I would be the scent of night blooming jasmine, simply because it is my favorite.

If I were a body part, I would be a woman's vulva, and I would be smug about it. 

If I were a song, I would be a ballad, sung in Spanish, in a garden, on a summer night. 

If I were a bird, I would be a white dove. I would belong to a black-haired woman. She would tell me why she is crying, and my beauty would make her less sad.

If I were a gift, I would be made of silver.

If I were a city, I would be San Antonio, Texas. A river would flow through my heart.

If I were a door, I would be the door to home, my handle held by a weary and grateful hand.

If I were a pair of shoes, I would be a pair of Curves sneakers. Someone would go walking in me. 

If I were a poem, I would be one of my own poems. I would give myself to someone I love; to light her heart, and also my own. 

If you would like to do this little meme, consider yourself invited. :-)

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19 comments:

Secretia said...

I think you are an emotion, you're a passionate author and poet.
And a lot of other good things too!

Secretia

mac said...

If I were a thought, I'd like to join the wonderful ones that reside in you.

Gabriella Moonlight said...

I would love to do this meme but sadly I know I could not do it the justice you just did...I loved this so deeply the heart feels you 'weres' and when I get to work this is getting printed and I may make a collage out of some of your wishes..your thoughts are always so definitively yours and yet we can all relate to it and that is your true gift...one of many...

Steve E said...

I cannot keep myself from reading you

I cannot stop liking what you write.

Helpless, hopeless, yet I love who I am--and I love who YOU are.

This is a grand meme idea, and Shay you are the expert--once more.

Gillian said...

Hey Shay! Gettin a little cheeky there for a minute weren't ya?
But I expect that from you! Don't change!
I love your poetry. You have turned a simple meme into something much bigger and more beautiful. I loved the element of weather that you were...and also the white lily-through marriage and death. You are such a profound thinker!
Thanks for doing this, it gives us a little more insight into who you are. xoxo

Riot Kitty said...

Check you out! Love it!

TALON said...

Excellent meme, Shay! I can see you clearly as the white dove.

Cloudia said...

I'm glad that you are your own unique self. That's how you meet a very special poetess: unique up on her!


Aloha from Hawaii my Friend!


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Ily said...

To call this a meme is a compliment to the meme and an insult to you, my dear friend. This is poetry running through our veins, Chica...ALIVE!!

Love black electric guitar part...and the word, vulva, always makes me laugh. :D

Senorita said...

This was beautiful and reading it gave me chills.

I was born in November by the way, I would be November too.

Shadow said...

oh, this was beautiful...

cinderkeys said...

I work with fonts a lot in my day job, and you are far too distinctive and original to be Helvetica.

Fireblossom said...

Aw thanks, Cinderkeys! It's just that Blogger didn't uswed to have it, then they added it, so it seems exotic and forbidden to me! LOL.

Patty said...

I loved this! Going to play my guitar now....

the walking man said...

I am a city and Detroit is the definition of everything else I am.

Mama Zen said...

Holy hell. I mean, seriously, holy hell. How can you take a meme and turn it into this kind of beauty? I would read your grocery list, lady!

Go Sooner (love it)!

ellen abbott said...

Oh Summer Storm...yes.

Scarlett said...

Very fun!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Awe-some meme!

I'm just back from two weeks of Spring Break vacation and catching up on my reading. Your is a blog I go back and read every post I missed-- because of great writing like this. Your Lasagna made me smile.

More please.
xo