And ANOTHER prompt. To describe an object in the room (I chose not to interpret that literally), I chose a ballet slipper hanging from the ceiling that must have been a book report project or something or other years back....
A dream hanging in a noose. A wish blowing in the breeze, because these stars that we reach for - our ladders break. And we fall. Back down to our parchment-thin lives. This scuffed ballet shoe is the varsity football season that never began. The college career that never finished. It is these broken dreams of stardom and of novelists and of sports careers and of travels around the globe. It is the dreams of true love and saving the world, the dreams of spotlights on stages. And then the lights go out.
A motley assortment of writing pieces and half-thought-out musings of a wide-eyed observer of this world. My writing is my insignificant contribution to that ceaseless human crusade to examine our existence.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Love at First Sight
Yet another journal entry prompt (the title) from English. Somewhat inspired by Billy Collins, I suppose.
earlier this morning,
as I rose from my warm bed
my world was blanketed
with ash colored clouds
and piles of dirty snow.
the sun hid her face
the air was cold.
and in the moment
it was love at first sight.
i fell head over heels
for those wisps of cold vapor.
i was lovestruck
by that cold, dreary world
because
this is life
each and every day
and life is beautiful.
worth loving.
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