I came up with some good ideas, but I was at work bagging, so it sucked. Today's is called: "The Final Hour"
Time's shadowed cape
engulfs the world beyond
the glass windows.
Yet in this cocoon
of florescent lights,
cash register beeps,
rolling shopping carts,
rustling plastic,
and meaningless pleasantries,
Time only inches
like a snail,
so close to the finish line,
and yet so far away.
This next one (It's almost April 2nd here, so I'm writing it now) was inspired by a Marquez story called "Ojos de perro azul" (Eyes of a blue dog). I read the story last week for Spanish.
"Ojos de perro azul."
Those are the words,
etched into the wooden table
where I sit,
wondering why the words
seem so familiar.
I have never heard the phrase
yet when I whisper the words
I feel as if I've said them
in some distant memory
of a past long-gone.
I was in Caracas,
and I saw the words,
the ones I always forget.
Ojos de perro azul.
In Caracas?
she asks,
her eyebrows raised.
Yes, I reply.
That is the city.
Now find me
so I may remember
the words in the morning.
Look upon your mirror
when you awaken,
she replies,
smiling as she passes
through the door.
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