Day 7: ballad; What do you think about when you think about your neighborhood?
childhood laughter fades away
chalk outlines of make-believe towns
live unknown in our memory alone
mud soups and tag games
morph into digital pictures
in electronic frames
The first thing that came to mind was the neighborhood I grew up in, full of kids. We were pretty much always outside playing- riding bikes, pretending and making up our own games, drawing with chalk…anything. Then I compared those memories to the neighborhood I moved to in High School where a crowd of kids is super rare. I see more kids playing with ipads and watching tv than I care to admit
Day 8: Elegy. It’s supposed to be about flavor but I changed it :p literary flavor is a thing right?
Upon my shelves lie some books
that withhold their sneers and judging looks
No matter what I might need
they bring me love, escape, and even greed
I’m indebted, reliant, supported, content
any time with a book is a good time spent