I’m music that flows with the pound of a beat,
I’m laughter that follows a sigh of relief,
I’m sleep that puts you at ease below the vivid stars,
I’m paint that changes the mood of a canvas,
I’m rap music, words sprinting with thoughts,
I’m not fluffy or gooey like a marshmallow in the microwave,
I’m not nausea, an unwelcome visitor that churns up trouble,
I’m not laundry sitting squalid with filth,
I’m not waiting like a nervous wreck, counting down the days the sun decides to leave us,
I’m not people that give up, life wasters that trash their gold within.
LAUGHTER RELIEF
...I am laughter that follows a sigh of relief...so much in there, suggested, metaphored, and a really fine line to boot - homo sapiens do stuff like this and you captured it neatly - thanks for sharing these lines with us, your friend, allets
Go on!
'I am' or indeed 'I am not' poems, always bring to mind 'the song of amergin'.
http://al-tirnanog.blogspot.co.uk/2007/11/song-of-amergin.html