Ugly Dress

I am grateful for a lot right now.  It's hard not to be and although life isn't perfect, and there are still awful things going on in the world around me, it's important to take a second and be thankful.  My brother came home for February break for a few days with a bunch of his friends and I skipped two days of school to hang out with them and it was like five days of pure bliss.

I've had such writer's block for such a long time that I haven't known what to post on this blog.  I realize now that there is not a lack of things for me to talk about, there is just too much for me to talk about.  So I'm sorry this blog hasn't been all that good for a while now.

With that, I'm going to warn anybody who reads this blog that my posts from here on out will either be solely devoted to poetry because I'm taking a poetry class, won't be very good, or will just not happen.  I'm not holding myself to any standard with this blog anymore (before I was trying to do a post every month or so) because I'm just too annoyed with myself.

And that's my terrible segway into a poem.

The Dancer

The way you pirouette is entrancing

Swirling and dancing in hues of blues

In ballet flats made of seaweed and lost glass bottles out at sea

The floor, a wreckage of once great men

And the air awash with sunrays which envelop the world like smog

The dress you wear, adorned with sea glass

Shining so bright in the freezing rain

Slip-sliding so syrupy sweet

The tidal wave, held at bay until at least the end of this spin

The dancer in a never-ending performance-

That was you

"I see the bad moon arising.

I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see those bad times today"

J'aime Creedence Clearwater