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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. :)

4 comments:

THAT girl who 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!