1. Who are you and whom do you love? That's what MarinaSofia asked us at dVerse
I love my family and friends, of course,
and I love things unseen, spirits and souls, Creator
I love trees and flowers, oceans,
new snow – but not in March,
sunsets and sunrises all year long.
I love horses, dogs, cats,
and my particular dogs and cats,
Otis, Rusty, Emma, Maggie, Chevy, Lars, Dante,
(Yes, I know I didn't list the people. Don't read too much into that)
lovely snakes and reptiles,
music – but not all music,
the smell of fresh bread, cinnamon, lilacs,
I love the smell of new, clean babies.
and I love the blue-black night
and I love the moon especially.
And I love tiny frogs and fireflies,
and laying on a big, flat rock after dark
and feeling the warmth radiating from it,
I love the smell of wood smoke,
the feel of flannel against my skin,
and silk for that matter.
I love the way little children draw,
before they have been taught
And I love riding very fast
the feel of the reins in my hands,
saddle leather against my legs,
motion beneath me.
in bed with strong coffee
newspaper pages scattered
I love the blues and greens of the ocean,
and color…vivid, soft, psychedelic, muted,
and form and line and shadows…
And I love very cold beer,
and “I am not really a waitress” nail polish,
because bowties are cool.
I love umbrellas – red umbrellas,
and rain and thunder and lightning…
I love books and reading and writing
I am in love with words.
And trains… I love trains,
and toast, and dragons and…
Well, I've sort of gone off the rails here, haven't I? I can’t seem to get past who and what I love in
the questions of identity. There is just
so very much cool and lovable stuff in this amazing universe! And I love that you've read this, even though it's not exactly a poem but more of a list.