Sipping on a Month
Sherbert colored leaves whisp under shoes on a month of crisp bitterness. People say it's the pinnacle of each year, but I would rather count the stars with one eye closed on a warm evening instead of try to get comfortable while wrapped in this blanket of refrigerator melancholy.
So many people are like freshly separated cubes from a chilly tray of frosted water, and they're interfering with my sips of much-needed chai tea.
Nights are numb and days droll with color gone from the lively sky passed on to mundane cadavers of leaves.
This is a month of curdled milk expressions. I purse my lips and squint my eyes as I sip it, and think, How I hate the taste of October.
So many people are like freshly separated cubes from a chilly tray of frosted water, and they're interfering with my sips of much-needed chai tea.
Nights are numb and days droll with color gone from the lively sky passed on to mundane cadavers of leaves.
This is a month of curdled milk expressions. I purse my lips and squint my eyes as I sip it, and think, How I hate the taste of October.
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if gh were to read this...she would glorify your diction...diction...diction...i think thats her favorite word...i commend you x...that poem literally made me feel cold...so i think i am going to go take a bath...good day
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5:12 PM
I do love diction, but I also love fall and cold weather. So, I'm not sure if I approve of this particular use of diction. However, I love more things than diction--books are cool, frosty mornings and scarves are great, Italy in the spring smells good (Venice, Italy in summer does not). Powells is my Mecca, students are funny, coffee is yummy...I could get crazy here but I'll stop for now. Sorry for being slow to blog--just got a minute (which means 4th period's papers aren't geting graded). Have a good night--GH
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