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Reflections

April 20, 2021
By Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
147 articles 41 photos 1014 comments

Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me


Farewell to summer, though summer had hardly begun. The suitcase waited patiently by the door. It was full of doll booties and fake jewels and tin cans. A roll of smart Duct tape clamped the bulging case shut all over. Outside there were birds and chimneys, and the sky was having a bipolar fit—lightning and thunder in one half, smiling sunshine in the other. The girl paced the sidewalk like it was the halls of a mental institution. Lawnmowers, garage sales, clouds, motorcycles—what did anything matter? Even if she had the words to speak the thoughts which rose in her, they would be meaningless as a glass of icy Kool-Aid with the penguins in Antarctica. The words would freeze her soul and make her squirm with anguish. She thought, Don’t let anyone tell you words are dead. They can kill. They can be killed. Words can bleed and cut. They can sing or be sung to sleep. They can sleep in grassy meadows. They are the sun to light my day and the moon to light my night.


The author's comments:

A writing exercise from June 2020 I later turned into a poem.


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on Apr. 27 2021 at 10:07 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

thats beatiful!