Eyelashes

Author's Note: My friend told me to write about eyelashes, and this is what I came up with. It seems to have a lot more feeling and is deeper than I expected, but I hope it gives you somehting to think about.

Black or brown
Framing your eye when,
Looking into the world.

Closing the final space
When looking into yourself.

All together, in a row

Curling around, at the tips

Protecting

Your final barrier between.

Always there

Always seen

But not noticed

Sometimes covered over

To seem bolder, deeper

The fakeness running down your face

To go back, and are left with

The plain beginning you

A lash falls, let’s go, breaks off
Resting on your cheek
Again unnoticed by you

A friend picks it up,
Lets you blow it away
As a wish
Hoping to come true

Stones With Words

Author's Note-  I started with a way longer journal response, but I shortened it down to this. At the beginning it was more of a list of things that relate to stones. Stones or writing on stones can have a lot of meaning behind it, like that it cant be erased, except for over time, when it is forgotten.

I Am Turtle

Author's Note: It was a response to The Bean Trees. It wasn't an essay so I thought it deserved to be on the main blog, instead of with the other essay responses. The little girl, Turtle, seemed like such a basic idea, that anyone can relate to.  If you look at anything at different ways, you can get a lot of it from it, was one of the main ideas I wanted to say.

My first word was bean,
Maybe to mean

I am a seed,

And I need your help to grow

I need your light, your soil, your warmth.

I am like a shadow in the desert

Nothing to hide me,
Nothing to protect me,
There’s life unfolding all around me
Everything is amber and dry,
Filled with hate

Still the cactuses grow
Covered in thorns
A hint of green,
In the sea of brown
You cant expect something
pretty, to grow here,
From a cracked base like this.
But sometimes

Sometimes…
A flower will find the will
To grow on top of the thorns
To grow on top of the hate
To cover it up
To try to pretend the whole plant is beautiful

Sometimes…
A flower will find the will
To keep living, even though
It only opens just once
To flourish for its moment then
It leaves us again

I realized that I had come to my own terms with the desert, but, my soul was thirsty.

My full name is April Turtle Greer

April to mean
In spring,
In hope,
As a seed, my time to blossom into a tree

Turtle to mean
I am my own animal,
I can hide.
If I go into my shell,
Ill have to come back out eventually

Greer to mean
I am officially someone,
I belong to something,
I finally matter again.

My second word was Humbean
Maybe to mean
I am not yet,
The something I want to be.
I am part hum and part bean, and together it makes me

Maybe everything is more coherent
Maybe I can be more than one thing
Maybe Ma is my new soil, my new light, my new warmth.

MY Goals!

Author's Note: To show what I need to work on, to remind myself what I am working towards. Thats what I have goals for.

LEAVES!

Author's Note: I was remembering back to when I was little, and when we could spend hours just jumping in leaves, and how pretty everything is. I feel like we always forget.

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