i found this at emma tree

i found this at Emma Tree,

and she found it at Julochka's,

and  
 I thought I had something to say
along the same lines,  

So. . . .

if i were a month i’d be september the month of my birth,

 september in all her splendor,

going out in a blaze of glory

if i were a day i’d be

the last day of school,

with summer spread out before me

like frosting on a cupcake.

if i were a time of day i’d be 

the moment the first star appears,

that instant when you wish

 something you want to come true

if i were a font i’d be Mariah

 or maybe Mistral, 

though you really can't tell

the difference between them.

if i were a sea animal i’d be a seahorse

because my husband would tend the children

while I floated around curling and uncurling

my dainty spiral tail, flirting with every guy 

floating nearby.

Photograph © National Geographic

if i were a direction i’d be the east, 

the place of new beginnings and first light.

if i were a piece of furniture i’d be a canopy bed 

with a delicate frame draped in yards and yards of netting,

a house for afternoon delight

and the hostess for sweet, sweet dreams.

if i were a liquid i’d be a salt-rimmed Margarita

with a dash of Damiana thrown in

 to unleash a woman's passion

and accentuate her sultry ways

if i were a tool i’d be an eggbeater,

stirring things up to a froth of foam

if i were a fruit i’d be a ripe and luscious peach

with soft downy skin to nuzzle up against,

or maybe an Orange with just a hint of 

Cottage Cheese Cellulite Visible on my Thighs.

if i were material i’d be 

soft white yarn

if i were a scent i’d be

Pop Corn © 2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian

if i were a bird i’d be

a sleek ballet dancer

performing on windswept beaches  

Jumping for Joy ©2010 Meri Arnett-Kremian

if i were a poem 

i'd be

"If you want me"

by Ellen Bass

part of which reads

. . . if I cry, if my sorrow is not more dear
than oceans of dolphins in the orange morning waves


if you will not lavish me until my body
like a dying fish, gives up
and I swim as I have flown in my dreams


if you are saving something
if you have not
made up your mind
do not come to me. . . .

Yes, I'd definitely be THAT poem


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Like Debi Smith Kaitch Jones says:

c'mon, play along.

see what you find when you ask what you'd be.

and ignore any comments

saying "you are so self-absorbed."

or say yes, i am,

welcome.

come on in.

they will