I've thought that I should start posting again - and I feel like posting poetry - or poetry-related things.
One school day a while ago, my mom told me to take a break, so I went out back, sat down, and listened to everything around me. I started writing about things around me, personifying them. Here's everything!
It's not in a particular order, just sights and sounds of things around me as the day drew on....
The traffic a mile away sounds like the roar of some far-off mighty waterfall. The shadows stretch themselves around me, hiding where the sun isn't looking. Near my feet a fly goes through some aerial maneuvers and practices his landing and takeoff in the shadows for the upcoming air show. When my gaze is elsewhere, the weeds tiptoe over to the cracks in the cement and plant themselves firmly in the space. A pile of old carpet heaped over trash bins tries to reach the top of the fence like some forgotten Tower of Babel; it wheezes and laughs at the weed's antics.
At the other end of the garden, the trees guarding the yard-border wave genially at passing birds. The shadows take no notice and mock me as I sit writing on an old yellow chair - I look like an old man with a crooked back. It looks like the spiders have hung up decorations for the upcoming party: the rosebush is festooned with webs, the wrought-iron fence strung with silk pearls. Everywhere I look, I see preparations going on - the hedge has stopped shoving the fence, the overhanging lemon tree has ceased showering the pool with lemons.
The ants, meanwhile are hurrying about, bearing the many invitations their queen has sent out. The many flying insects, not to be outdone, are planning a large show of coordinated smoke-writing. Their dress-rehearsal, with all its loops and turns, is starting to get annoying! And then, of course, the old "daddy long legs" is reciting his long boring speech of how his great-great-great-grandfather had the honor of being stepped on by Stonewall Jackson in the far-off war of the 1860's.
But I'd better leave off now, the wind has picked up some of the festive spirit and is herding all the leaves around like little children. It's getting too chilly outside, so until next time!
- Geoffrey
Comments (8)
now, if the kid were an orphan then, maybe... =P
On other topics... What is that on your face??? Chocolate? Tomato sauce? It's interesting...
Kristin
was used for glue on our gingerbread house. I want to see the flying insect's show
and be invited to the ant's party!