The radiance of Zariah
I counted all the stars in the sky
But none shone as bright as you
Golden hair like wheat grains
And a voice that rings like diamonds
Open the doors to your heart
Show me your radiance
That may forever shield me from the lost darkness
One of the most terrifying and fearsome things I’ve ever seen in my life just happened today. I was literally stopped in my tracks, not knowing what to do.
While walking down the sidewalk, with phone in hand, trying to livestream my walking adventure on the YouNow website (I just started that this month), suddenly I saw a dog, a German shepherd, run out from it’s owners yard and attack another person’s dog in the street. It wouldn’t let go of the others head, jaws clamped down like a vice. The other dog was kicking and yelping. Adults came rushing to the rescue, trying to pry the two apart. Kids were screaming. I stood there like a statue, staring at the scene, looking down at my livestream that I had since abandoned because it was too hard to see anything anyway.
One woman asked me to call 911, since I had my phone out and ready. I could have used my camera to film it and put online where it would definitely have gotten some attention, but thought not to since it wasn’t exactly something you would want to watch over and over again.
The German Shepherd eventually let go of the other smaller dog, which then ran off down the street, its owner chasing it down. I continued on my way, restarting my livestream, talking to my small audience about what just happened.
My whole world is changing
Things aren’t the way they used to be
I feel the past slipping away
And the future calling for me
My dreams must not stay dreams
They must come true some day
For I am more than just a number
Uniquely I am
Ready to launch
Away from that vanilla sea
Of monotony and boredom
But the gravity will always
Bring me back down
In the very end
the dark, dreamy night
stars glistening upon a large blanket
crickets chirping their musical melody
once heard never again in the morning
raindrops running down a rusty pipe
REQUIREMENTS: Write a poem about a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced using poetic license.
Milk and cereal, an historically good match.
A Good Match
The Trump administration is just heating up. There have already been protests, riots, and women’s marches already. Madonna made a few bold statements on the march podium and Donald Trump may allow Twitter to rise a few places in the rankings based on more people getting on there to check out his latest tweets. And that wall is actually going to be built, once Congress approves of it and enough financial backing becomes available.