I Cannot Be ~ for One Single Impression "Change" prompt + Poets Online

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I cannot be boxed
Symmetrical and planed sides
Berlin Walls are cruel
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If I were the sky
I would be a cloud
Drifting,
Reshaping
Reinventing
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If I were the earth
I would be a rock
Bathing in
The rush of
A waterfall
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If I were a tree
I would be a willow
Soft lacy wanderings
Dreaming quietly
In whispering breezes
By water
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If I were a place
I would be Sheffield
In Tasmania
Vibrant with murals
Of old lifetime
Spaces
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If I were a shop
I would be Berkelouw's
Rambling
Berrima homestead
Alone in serene farmland
Graced with an
Intimate cafe
And a wonderful log fire
Hosted
By an old armchair
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If I were a garden
I would be
Mount Annan Botanic Garden
A healing place
Where forested boardwalks
Gently lead to sanctuaries
Of old songlines
And a sundial
On a hill
Waits for
Human shadows
To cast time
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If I were a bread of life
I would wink
Impishly
From the exotic worlds
Of chocolate
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If I were to be a season
I would be Autumn
Mystical limbo
Raining in colour
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If I were to be an element
I would be Water
Paradox of
A variable constant
Sometimes plains of blue
Leading to
Silken road horizons
Sometimes lapping charms
By those coastal sands
Of decision
Sometimes cleansing
Healing hands
Sometimes
Stormy
Drowning
Rebirth
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But, I am none of those things
For now
For now
I am just
Some eerie etchings
On a white slate
Trying to drift
In a tiny bark
Through tai chi skies.
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I cannot be tagged
Sticky, cramped in clawing words
Ink blots are magic
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NOTE: I tried to create a wave-like motion in the line lengths; a little like tidal whimsy but also like the enigmatic waving pulse of a heart-beat!