It's quite lovely out today. All I want to do is throw my window open wide and sit on my bed listening to music and reading or sketching. But alas, this can't happen all day long. Eventually my mom tells me to close the portal to the brisk outdoors, the physics book calls to me to sketch vector diagrams instead of faces, and my biology book wants me to read a history chapter about Darwin rather than Foxe's Book of Martyrs. But I've decided, for some reason I really can't explain, that what I spent several minutes trying to write would do well as a poem. I'm no accomplished poet, but I think this one's okay.
It's days like today that I dream of
It's true I suppose that I dream of
Unnumbered types of ideal days
But for this time all I dream is today
Grey skies hang so low by the treetops
The dark clouds now send rain in fat drops
Preoccupied winds bring northern air
All that I want is to sit and to stare
To sing till my voice becomes weary
With window wide open see clearly
Phalanges and face embrace the chill
If only if only the time I could still
But nazis* do come shutting windows
And textbooks do beg to be unclosed
This day like today now runs from me
All I can hope is that more will soon be
*I hope you've realized I don't mean the actual German Nazis or anything, but my mother can be a nazi of sorts in my eyes for her very anti-open-windows sentiments.
3 comments:
Not to be picky, but do try "Foxe's" rather than "Foxes'". No one likes a martyred fox. Please note that I used the British method of placing a period after quotation marks. I know that you value the most high virtue of proper apostrophe use, so I assume this is a mere typographical error.
Also, wouldn't it be great if actual German Nazis did come, close your window, and force you to read textbooks? That would be a story to tell and retell forever.
It would indeed be a good story to tell. I didn't mean to skip the apostrophe, thanks for pointing it out.
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