that's been seen before. I've seen the same
strokes and colors, shadows and smile
behind another artistic file.
So when one comes and visits here
I might as well be painted clear
for they gather around across the room
like leaves towards sun instead of moon.
I look upon her every day--
the higher attraction along this way--
and ache to crawl between the strokes
of life instead of phantom hoax.
But I can't compare to a masterpiece
of life instead of life to cease.
I am among the works of art
but I begin to fall apart.
It seems so wrong here, desolate,
and utterly insignificant
that of these paintings, I should be
of little value and quality.
It's a fun one...
a figure of speech in which an imaginary, absent, or deceased person is represented as speaking or acting.
Found: discussed in my Poetry class
alternate spelling: prosopopeia~~~~~~~~~~~~
That's okay, it may not be
of snakes and serpents--humanity
will always uncover some beauty.
Even in the eyes of Death,
those cold, lively eyes of Death,
one can find a fresher breath.
Day Twenty-Eight. The word is....
a loud electric horn, formerly used on automobiles, trucks, etc., and now often used as a warning signal.
Found: while watching The Hichhiker's Guide to the Galaxy with my friend Sierrah.
(I always watch movies with the subtitles on.)
alternate spelling: claxon
Day Twenty-Nine. Whoohoo!
The word is...
a very small amount; jot
the ninth letter of the Greek alphabet
Found: also in The Hichhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
(one of my favorite movies, if you couldn't tell. Hehe.)