matryoshka
thorns tightened around my shapeless waist,
my toneless thighs, my flabby arms,
my giant calves, my floppy bottom,
and threatened to not let go.
not until i was perfect.
both tired and desperate, their lives gone astray
blue eyes met green with looks seeming to say
"hell, let's drink all our days away"
refreshing night air chilled the anxious atmosphere.
"ten! nine! eight! seven!"
i was standing right next to him. his beautiful blue eyes were widened in excitement and concentration as he watched the great ball drop.
"six! five! four!"
despite my usual cynical attitude, i smiled unconsciously as we were bathed in shiny confetti.
"three! two!"
without warning he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into an enthusiastic kiss. idiot, that was a second too early. my smile widened.
"one!"
hello, 2012.
i close my eyes as I imagine stunning foreign scenery... lively Israeli marketplaces, clear Seychellois beaches, historic European boroughs, bright Japanese cities, glorious Russian fields...
i open my eyes and choke back tears. i'll never get out of this town.
they shakily march down a dark, worn path.
they are whipped,
tortured,
laughed at.
some fall flat on their faces.
tears flow from their eyes
and they recite one final prayer
as the single violin sings
the sorrow of the Holocaust
it's amazing
how just one piece of abstract artwork
has provoked so many different thoughts.
do the world a huge favor and
do not drag others down in your own negativity.
we need more positive people in this world,
and you are not helping.
unsteady footprints loosely engraved in the mud
created a shaky trail
to his body, his motionless body
just laying there lifeless, pale,
the tall grass caressing him
there's no feeling like stepping outside on a brisk fall evening
wearing but a chunky-knit sweater and jeans.
take a whiff of the crisp, dying leaves and
campfires and
spices and
roasted turkey.
as you watch the serene sunset illuminate the multicolored trees
and let the wind send a refreshing chill up your spine,
thank God for autumn.
alarmists worry,
and they spread their worry...
worry about irrational fears of second comings and raptures and things deep down inside we know not to be true.
but we worry anyway.
why spread worry and fear and terror when you can be spreading
good news and happiness and new ideas?
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