Clouds Passing
little
clouds
passing
quickly
over the face of the sun,
sending light flashing down
through the windows
yellow light, then gray light,
then yellow, then gray,
both are equally beautiful
in the softly gleaming hallway
washed clean by those luminous days.
i think of those clouds
in the same sky that held
once, a fluttering heart betwixt the layers
of seven patterned curtains flitting in the breeze,
i cannot bring myself to decide
which is the more beautiful -
the yellow like a pastel stick
or the gray like tiny feathers -
the lighthouse calling into the night,
or the shadows that bloom at the sound of its voice.
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I hope I'm finally starting to write poetry again. It's nice.
And Heroes last night was pretty much mind-blowing. The scene at the end with Matt and Daphne, just how they filmed it...God. I can't stop replaying it in my head. And I love who Rebel turned out to be.
Today at lunch, Jacob didn't want his apple, so he decided to put it in the middle of the sidewalk and see how people reacted. Mostly people went around it, but someone finally kicked it out of the way. And this one girl just gave it this dirty look as she went by. Ah, it was funny. Tomorrow, he's bringing an orange. I almost love him sometimes.
Read this story. She is amazing. Read it today. Because she ends up deleting a lot of her work. So it might not be there tomorrow. Can you think of it? Beauty, simply gone? Isn't that so sad?
Ah, I know I suck at persuading. But that's all for today, I believe.