High above the world
I sit and ponder.
It is all so very small,
Each house a little spot
And each human a little speck.
Everything is all so tiny,
But my sight has grown immensely.
I see all the mountains.
They were once far too large to appreciate.
I see every single tree,
Even the ones in the middle of the thickest wood.
I see the ocean’s edge,
So many miles away.
I see an entire lake,
And every island within its mass.
I am so high above it all
That I can see it all.
I want to stay this high forever,
But I cannot see the stories.
I cannot know the truths and lies
From so far up above.
I can only learn those
As a speck myself.
And so I leave my mountain’s edge
And descend once more.
Photo taken near the Maiden’s Cliff trail summit, Camden, ME.
Bland and unmemorable,
The edible kin of Stephenie Meyer’s vocabulary in Twilight,
It struggles to find use as even a filler cheese.
Oh, how I hate ricotta.
Dull and mushy,
Nothing without the aid of other flavors,
Yet, somehow, a dream among the cheeses when dancing with preserves.
Oh, how I dislike brie.
Sharp and melty,
The most versatile of all the cheeses,
Its applications are limitless as it frolics across the cheese-based dishes.
Oh, how I like cheddar.
Smokey and strong,
An alpha in the cheese department at Hannaford’s,
It’s a cheese I could consume by the wedge.
Oh, how I love Gouda.
I the inspiration for this poem came from poetryprompts.tumblr.com. It was “Choose four different things: one that you hate, dislike, like, and love. Make sure all are relatively related (all foods or personality traits or colors). Write a poem in which you include this spectrum of things you care very differently about and the relationship between the chosen things.”
In case you didn’t notice, I chose to go with one of my favorite topics: cheese. I would like to take this moment to point out that I don’t actually dislike any of these cheeses 100%. Ricotta and brie are just better mixed with things than they are stand-alone cheeses. However, ricotta is the most replaceable of all the cheeses I have ever tasted…
Oh, what a chore it is to fall into a
To have one’s hope frolic and leap at the sight of a body,
Or the smile of a face,
Or the sound of a voice,
Only to have that hope misstep and soar
Over the edge,
Off a high cliff,
And dash itself among the rocks of reason below.
To turn one’s mind away from the carnage of a shattered heart
Only to feel it rise from its wreckage
And climb back up to its lofty point,
Ignoring the scars that shaped it.
Well, it’s a day late and a buck short, but I managed to get it up!
This poem was inspired by the struggles of a friend, but I think it would ring true for a lot of people who’ve ever loved and not been loved in return.
On a slightly less depressing note, my student teaching experience is going well, and a massive storm system has just hit my area. We are supposed to get anywhere from 16-24 inches, but getting over 30 won’t be a surprise!
Here’s a picture of a cute little snowflake that landed inside my car door yesterday to make up for the heartache of this poem!
The Night before the First Day of Student Teaching
The above poem was written the night before I began my student teaching experience. I was too excited to sleep, so I jotted down a few lines.
I open my mouth and words spill out.
I touch pen to paper and spill words from ink.
They don’t belong together.
It’s called poetry.
I have included more than one poem this evening because I was a lazy blogger and simply didn’t make a post last Saturday. I had made plans with a friend (who ended up bailing like he always does), and ended up forgetting. By the time I remembered my weekly challenge to myself, I was already in bed. I thought about posting one on Sunday, but I never bothered taking the ten minutes I would have needed to copy and paste a poem from my writing folder to a WordPress page.
On a different, note, I went to my first underground concert this evening. I didn’t realize it was an underground, so my friends and I were a little concerned when we ended up in a strange basement with people we didn’t know. It ended up being a great adventure! One of the bands was composed of some lovely girls I knew from high school. Their Band is called Random Ideas, and they have some great music! Here is a link to their Facebook and a link to their webpage. You should totally check them out!