Creative Writing Thursday (7)
From the archives (the first released)
Jack is Back
Through the underlying death of winter comes the green of a new year of life. There on the forest floor, a cascading brook echoes through the lonely woods, welcoming the coming of new friends as life begins to surround it.
In the cool, damp mornings of spring a new generation of Jack-in-the-pulpit life its spreading foliage heavenward, drinking at the edges of the watery deep. It's crisp summer-green leaves create a caopy for its delicate, unique flower; a flower proudly standing tall and strong through the chilly days of sping. Not leaning on its own foliage for support, but standing alone, a single stem protruding abruply from the rich, moist earth. A stem on which lay a goblet shaped growth, covered with a graceful leaf coming fom the back of the chalice. The insect knows that this is a glass of festivity, for inside is found the lone, club-shaped stamen which creates banquets for many creatures of the wooded hills.
As the season changes from spring to summer, the plants' graceful leaves are given to the dying forest floor. The unprotected flower transforms itself into a life bearing spadix. As the spike matures through the hot, balmy season, clusters of fire red form with the Jack-in-the-pulpit of next year inside. Both giving life, one not able to do without the other.
Summer come and gone, so is the Jack-in-the-pulpit. All that lie in its wake are the scattered berries and the fleshy taproot full of fire. Yet, in a coming season it will be back, entertaining the stream by which it lay and the bugs which feed upon its banquet.
Comments
The
Energy
in
Shadows~
The Power in hands
The Mystery in lands
The Lenght in hours
The Grace in flowers
The Dreams in clouds
The sighs in crowds
The Art in skies
The Depth in eyes
The Strenght in voice
The Free in choice
The Secrets in doors
The Darkness in wars
The Sadness in rivers
The Warmth in givers
The Life in Me
The Life in You
So Everyday we make brand new
~Jennifer
Posted by: Jen | September 11, 2003 10:59 AM
JENN- I REALLY LIKE YOUR POEM. I'M AT WORK AND I'M STICKING THIS ONE ON MY DESK!!!! ;)
Posted by: Christine | September 11, 2003 12:29 PM
McDonald's Dollar Menu
Double Cheeseburger
Two juicy all-beef paities with 2 silces of Amercian cheese...delicious.
McChicken Sandwich
Tender crispy chicken sandwich#
Fries
America's favorite fries*
Soft Drink
Thirst quenching soft drink^
Snack Size Fruit and Yogurt Parfait
Refreshing fruity treat
Hot Fudge Sundae
Creamy vanilla soft serve topped with rich hot fudge
2 Pies
Hot baked apple pies**
Side Salad
Fresh crispy side salad
#Chicken sandwich variety may vary
*Based on sales
^Drink size may vary
**Price of single pie posted on menu board
Posted by: tommy | September 11, 2003 04:52 PM
good 4 u Tommy--i'm glad your learning to "express yourself" in a constructive way
;0P
lol!
(oh-thnx much christine!)=)
Posted by: Jen | September 11, 2003 05:02 PM
It cost 1 dollor for two apple pies, and it cost 90 cents for one, this is just stupid,and the stupid girl at the counter wouldn't give me one for 83 cents. You tell me, is that right?
Posted by: CHEAP | September 11, 2003 07:48 PM
"Let the Dreams Come"
Let the dreams come
slowly, let them peaceful be.
Let the dreams come
slowly, always soft and free.
Don't allow a shudder
while you sleep so deep.
Don't allow a shudder
while you lonely keep.
Linger on in dreams
for there is where I'll be
Merely a memory of what was
and will no more be.
Posted by: emily | September 11, 2003 10:07 PM
Your dark eyes
Show your curiosity
Desire for surprise
With a sort of intensity
That ignites flames
What could make you stronger
A quintessential name?
But you already have one so unique
The breadth of your understanding
Unwillingness to lie
You're so softly campaigning
Hoping not to die
It will be your stronghold, your desire for meakness
To understand it all
I just hope I wont be your weakness
Causing you to fall
Posted by: Laura | September 11, 2003 10:35 PM
The ceiling stares at me as I awake,
push back the covers to another day.
My clock stops with a button beeps with another,
and my day's already underway.
My first thought is you,
what you're doing, where you are.
my next thought's the same,
and as my mind repeats your name,
i realize that maybe, just maybe, I'm obsessed.
Not the fragrance by Elizabeth Taylor, just
one man with one woman on his mind
coursing through the promonitories,
ambling through his waking hours,
most importantly, clouding my thoughts during showers.
Posted by: Mindless Intelligence | September 12, 2003 01:42 AM