Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Promenade and Other Incredibly Important Things

Yes, prom.

That lovely time for all high school girls.

Sort of.

This whole topic is near and dear to my heart, as I have been surrounded by prom-y discussions since before Christmas break.

So, let me be honest about a few things.

  1. Tanning for prom is not (I repeat, NOT) a good idea, in my opinion. No offense. I personally just don't want to be orangeish and contract skin cancer.

  2. I will not be wearing feathers or flowers of any kind. Vintage look for me, please.

  3. Dancing is stupid.

  4. Okay, I take it back. I would gladly waltz, Jane-Austen-country-dance, Charleston, and jitterbug it up if dancing styles hadn't evolved. Too bad.

  5. In a small school like mine, prom is a big deal.

  6. It's becoming more and more clear to me now...just how odd high school relationships are. Dates and all that jazz have changed for so many in just a few weeks. Myself included. Huh! The mind is funny that way.

  7. How I, of all people, ended up on the prom committee...I have no idea.

  8. All things considered, I'm pretty excited. I have a pretty dress and sparkly jewelry, so I'm happy.

Now then, let's move on to more important topics, shall we?

  1. The American Lit class is watching The Great Gatsby. Hence all the classic-dance talk.

  2. I'm not going to miss the seniors as much as I did last year. My brain cells needn't be wasted on that.

  3. I think I'm in love with a song sung in...uh...Romanian, I think? Listen.

And now...

I, Elyse, am going to post a poem I have written myself. You read that right. Don't laugh, okay?

I had to. For Creative Writing. (Thanks a lot, Mr. Lawson.)

I don't have a title for it. Sorry.

Ahem. *insert clearing of throat sounds here*

Cowboys and Indians

Redcoats and rebels

Blacks and whites

Basses and trebles

Crystal clear

The end is near.

Smiles and frowns

Darkness and day

Kindness and cruelty

Work and play

With every tear

The end draws near.

Pencils and pens

Fingers and toes

Life and death

Open and close

Each new year

An end is clear

War and peace

Yours and mine

Finders and keepers

Rain and shine

Sorry, my dear

Your end is near.

I told you not to laugh. :)


Anonymous said...

I loved that poem. I read it three times and I got a different interpretation each time. It's great.

Elyse said...

Wow, thanks. I'm glad someone is sort of inspired by MY poetry, of all things! Hopefully I can come up with poems at or above the same "interpretation level" for the rest of the semester. :)

Relyn said...

You know how proud Mr. Lawson is, right? And me, too, if I tell the truth. Love this!!

Elyse said...

Aw! I like poetry. I'm glad you LOVE it!