Personification in Reverse

Instead of objects described with personality, me - a person - in the form of an object, or two or three. (Well, we can at least pretend I am a person.) Written August '09.

"I think if I was a color out of the Crayola 64 box of crayons I would be goldenrod, although sometimes I wish I could be the robin's egg blue or go back in time and be the macaroni and cheese I would have been as a kid. I really am goldenrod though, somewhere between an orange and yellow that is the best color for drawing sunshine.

If I were an item of clothing I would be a knit cardigan sweater, although I would perhaps like to be a pair of blue jeans too. However, there is just something about sweaters that feels very comforting and comfortable. The same thing goes for that worn out pair of blue jeans that you hope never gets a hole in the butt, because you wouldn't be able to wear them, but you do wish would get holes in the knees, because then they would make you feel cooler.

If I were a scent I would be the mixture of sunscreen with chlorine that always reminds me of summer days. Or I would be the smell of a nectarine that tempts you for days before you finally think it is ripe enough to eat, and then upon cutting it open and eating the whole thing you realize you were too impatient and it would have been better if you'd waited one more day. But obviously you couldn't.

If I could be a sound I would be the crash of waves on the beach or the steady beat of heavy rain. I wouldn't be the thunder though, however powerful it's just not me. I would however be the sound of wind in the trees that whispers and makes you feel as though you could fly.

If I could be a sitting position, even though that may sound odd, I would be sitting Indian style with legs crossed - comfortable, informal, compact and kept to myself. I would also have a big pillow in my lap to hug and for your head to rest on or hide your face if you don't want to be seen. I'm all about being comfy and cozy, or just about sitting in the most awkward positions ever. "

Seed

Oh, my plant class has truly gotten to me I think. Lots of it is rather boring, but lots of it is cool. I love wandering around my town identifying trees and marveling at fall colors and the creations of God. As I usually write a poem or two when procrastinating papers, I wrote this one, a bit inspired by seed dissections and glowing, glorious sunlight filtering through golden autumn leaves.



The seeds of relationships are sown,
results unknown
and one begins to sprout.
It breaks free of the shell that kept it safe
in times of strife and harder days,
because it couldn't grow inside the walls of self for all time.
It sought more from the world-
in fresh air and spirit-lifting sunny rays.
With faith it looked to light and sky and deep horizons,
envisioning growth as a means to see a better, fuller view of life.
Without reaching, strong in courage,
it would never flower and achieve its greatest potential,
being all it could be as a loving family tree.