Thursday, November 1, 2012

When I SHOULD be paying attention

I should have been paying better attention to the presentations in french this morning but I didn't. One kid showed the class a picture of Niagara Falls and the picture was so beautiful that I decided to write about it, and that folks, is what I did instead. I'm not sure if even I fully understand what I wrote (which I guess is a bad sign...) and I'm not sure I even like it all that much, (I'm always afraid of trying too hard) but the words sounded nice in my mouth, so here.  Also, the picture of Niagara falls is at the bottom.


On the edge of emerald falls where the cold foam and liquid life grasps the ankles of her
Where the world tries to rush her forward, send her plummeting down
"There is a waiting line for life" says the current
"But heaven's doors are unlocked, you know"

On the edge of emerald falls where she swears she hears the
 tone and texture of the one she loves swarming within the depths of the water
 but when she remembers who she is, the bitter fact and realization that the noise is actually  bubbling from the springs inside of her breaks upon her, like stone hitting concrete.
"But I am not stone" she decides
"I am the wind and that can never be broken!"
"And that can never be complete" reminds the current and she is
completely silent.

The trees bow down to her and she gets a surge of power and jumps-
tumbling down the emerald falls while the wind tries to lift her up-
but oh no she will not be fooled- and she is
going and going and
pressure breaks the closure of her body
and the words of the one she loves
spill and wrap their syllables around her
and gravity, for once, loves her.


Okay so I just read it over again and it sounds like the girl commits suicide in the end, jumping off Niagara falls and all. I did not mean for it to sound like that. It's more of a metaphorical thing, as in she's jumping away from the chains associated with life, and is finally free to live how she wants. Or maybe she's saved, religiously. Or maybe she's learned to not care about what others think of her. I think any of those are good possibilities.

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