Author's Note: This poem is not just about one person, but about a dancer in general, the way they move, and how they are joined together in a family.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Thanksgiving stream of consiousness
Author's Note: It is the holidays, so there is an obvious reason to write this, but also one memory stuck in my head of thanksgiving, so I kind of expanded that into a piece.
The sounds of laughter fill the house and threaten to leak into the outside world,which seems so far away, because here, in this house, it is the definition of family. We sit around the big table and pass the food, like an assembly line. Our mouths salivate from the plates covering the table,as it threatens to creak with all the heaviness of food, happiness, and memories. Cell phones, T.Vs, and computers seem like foreign objects to us, and they are tucked away into our minds for a time other then this.
My bed feels like the greatest invention known to man when i finally fall into it, and feelings of joy help to blanket me and keep me warm, to wash away the feelings of sadness to know that this day is almost over, this day that felt like a year, if only it were longer....
The sounds of laughter fill the house and threaten to leak into the outside world,which seems so far away, because here, in this house, it is the definition of family. We sit around the big table and pass the food, like an assembly line. Our mouths salivate from the plates covering the table,as it threatens to creak with all the heaviness of food, happiness, and memories. Cell phones, T.Vs, and computers seem like foreign objects to us, and they are tucked away into our minds for a time other then this.
My bed feels like the greatest invention known to man when i finally fall into it, and feelings of joy help to blanket me and keep me warm, to wash away the feelings of sadness to know that this day is almost over, this day that felt like a year, if only it were longer....
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