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Day 50: Ode to sweet British lady

9 Jul

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So today was rough. But, because this blog is about optimism, I’ll spare you the details and head right into the blogpost!

I promise this is the last time I shamelessly advertise urban craft uprising, but it’s tomorrow. So come say hi and check it out! It’s awesome!

Anyways, today I bring you a short blog (mainly because my computer is out of commission… meaning I’m using my mum’s slow laptop)

Today I bring you an impromptu poem about a lady I met this morning.

Ode To A Sweet British Lady

I saw you this morning
About to be run over by a car
And as the red corvette ripped around the corner
You made angry-but-polite gestures.
I’ve never met you
But we shared a connection
As I stood on the street watching your near-demise.
You stopped me for a second
Told me your thoughts about driving
And what we should do about intersections
But instead of being mad at the near-death experience
You wear a smile to start your day right.
With a pat on my shoulder
And your British accent,
You say “Have a good day!”
And I know I’ll be okay
Because if you can wear a smile,
So can I

Remember, next week I’ve got a special blog post! Look forward to that!

Day 2: Rain

22 May

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Once more, the rain came comin’ down. As the people scurried away, in search of shelter and warmth, my friend and I commented on how the smell and sound of rain is one of the most gorgeous things in the world.

I wrote a poem about the rain the other day, so I hope you enjoy:

Kid College

Life is complicated
We stop in day in to day out
Sliding by the social norm
As everyone watches us
Into buildings
Out of buildings
Dreary looks
Sleepy eyes
Stale hair.

We all live our lives the same
Everyday
The same.

And then it rains.

Most of us trudge in and out of buildings
In and out
Dreary looks
Sleepy eyes
No longer stale, but dampened har.

But there I am
Rainboots replace my dreary legs
And all of a sudden
Puddles are everywhere
Outside of the buildings
Where the people walk
But they stop for a second
And watch as I dance through the puddles.

For one second
I am a kid again.