Everything around me is changing. Buildings being built, people growing up. Its a strange time for a kid like me. Many of my friends are away at dorms. Some of them aren't so great, while I wish I lived at others. UMass Amherst always stuck out to me, so did Penn State. Really not looking forward to working today, especially with this cold. Stress weighs on my shoulders for the upcoming events in my life. So many fun things to come, yet so little time to plan them. Knowing that I need to get this trip organized and people on board in ten days is actually daunting. I hate thinking of these things, but I seriously need to get them done and over with.
My family is significantly older than most families of kids my age. Seeing as I'm 18, and I don't have a single close family member under the age of 55 in my life things are kind of stressful in an unspoken way. Never know when things could go south. People can get sick, pass away, get hurt. I always tell myself not to think of things that way, but its tough you know the inevitable will hit you eventually. Other than that I do love life, and cant really complain otherwise. Despite the constant dry feeling of home things are good. Work and school are going well. If I could only get this murky feeling out of my head I'd feel perfect. I'm always worried about somebody in the family. Dads always cranky, moms always too content, gram's getting old and the only sane ones are auntie and uncle. I feel an unrest in my life, one that must be settled, but can never be satisfied. It motivates me. From my own imperfections to those of the people I love, I feel motivated to forever grow better and
When I stop, I notice
When I stop, I notice
all of the beauty surrounding me
the bees are buzzing loud, but are on their last legs
the cars all drive by ever so slowly, yet quicker than the time we have
to capture them in our memories
there are so many things to focus on
the trees look like broccoli in the distance
the buildings look like legos
When I stop, I notice
how every nature filled niche is being fulfilled
I can smell the flowers despite their season coming to an end
I notice all of the little ants working as one
yet warring with ants of other territories
When I stop, I notice
how close the clouds are to my reach
it seems I could jump and touch them
yet I know the airplanes that fly within them
are thousands of feet away.
When I stop, I notice
all of the people going about their busy days
not taking time to notice ever little thing around them
I notice all of the little boys with oil in their spoons,
moving as efficiently as they can without spilling a drop,
without noticing all of the beauty around them
they miss the architecture
they miss the nature
When I stop, I notice
all of the people living out their days
masking the beauty which surrounds themselves
both intentionally, and unintentionally.
When I stop, I notice the vibe of the world around me
it is peaceful, yet disturbed
people live a content life
yet wish to find no deeper meaning
they live like the sheep,
when they could learn, to live with the potential they hold within themselves.
This is the exact view I used to describe what I did in the poem. Its a view from a rock upon Wrights Tower in Medford, MA, my hometown. (this image obviously, is not my own)
Tyler,
ReplyDeleteExcellent post this week. I really like the opening paragraph. All of the little details - the tile floor, the fan blowing - that's mindfulness in a nutshell.
Your story evolves, as good process writing does. You start with a shrug, and then start to process as you go on. I think most of us start with a shrug when we first sit in front an assignment. Then, you shift gears, and start talking about family. It's a great shift. Honest thoughts drifting towards emotional concerns.
Then, you poem brings things to a full process - you find your stride again - you write out what you need to hear - what the readers need to hear - a way out of the shrug, the concerns - some inspiration.
Great picture of Boston. That's an amazing view. Must be a cool place to sit and reflect. I suggest, though, that the pictures in your post be organized for consistency. You see how, after the second paragraph, you have 2 pictures back to back? I'd place the third picture below the third paragraph - creating a pattern for your design. Otherwise, the reader gets lost looking for that third paragraph. Even though it's just a second, it's a little scramble.
Great work this week. I appreciate your efforts and your commitment to this course.
GR: 95