Jackdaw MAG

February 20, 2010
By starsonmysleeves SILVER, San Anselmo, California
starsonmysleeves SILVER, San Anselmo, California
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I resolve
To stop dragging it out
To jump off the cliff of my uncertainty
And fall completely, entirely
Into my future.

I resolve
To revel in philosophies
To feel myself breathe
And to take your hand
As naturally as a branch grows leaves.

I resolve
To live with fire,
With the energy of a cosmic explosion,
But with enough patience
To watch sunflowers' heads turn.

In fifty years
When I shake my snow globe of time
And watch the particles swirl around in my memory,
I want this to be
A time of beauty,

Of cumulonimbus dreams
With my toes in the dirt,

Of taste-testing
And disregard for measuring cups,

Of postcards
Of goose bumps
Of backward-glancing waves,

Of jackdaw nests
Of dusty boots
And stalks of wheat sewn in my braids,

Of authors and prophets,
Of sacred constellations
And wondering aloud.

Because my life is too long not to be colorful
Too vast not to gaze at the complexities
Too rich not to smell of chocolate
Too lovely not to listen with open ears.

And so I give you this list,
These wealthy-life tips,
So that in fifty years
When I look at your wrinkled eyes
And my worn, cool hands
And the sand at the base of my bed
I'll know
I resolved.

The author's comments:
While reflecting on the way my life was going, I realized that I don't like the lifestyle in which I've lodged myself. Too driven by my short-term goals and superficial deadlines, I created this poem to step away from all that, to create a map of the way I want to measure my life, so that when its over, I believe that it was beautiful.

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on Dec. 21 2010 at 4:48 pm
SpringRayyn PLATINUM, Lakeville, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness too. That was writing."
--Markus Zusak, "The Book Thief"

I love the part that you said "stalks of wheat sewn in my braids."

on Dec. 21 2010 at 10:11 am
TheArchitect ELITE, Madison, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
-Anything said by Mr. T
- Ill be in my bunk
- Im so clever that half the time I don't even understand what I'm saying

this is beautiful. thank you so much, that just made my day. :)


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