Forever Seeking Classification by Meredith C HartwellYou are poetry. You are books. You are music.
And I?
I am dance,
the rhythm and the air
that bounces from one to another and
never stays put.
I am
the breath of a line break,
the wind turning the pages,
the full lungs of song,
the spirit of creativity.
I am
an air conditioner in a quiet room,
spinning in circles of artificiality
until I am dizzy.
I am invisible.
I am nothing you notice
until I am gone. 07/15/2004 Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago as a journal entry. This is my "found poetry" where I added line breaks and decided it was worth posting since I haven't written much of value recently anyway.
Posted on 09/18/2006 Copyright © 2025 Meredith C Hartwell
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