For day 16 of the Style Inspires Poetry Challenge, I planned on wearing my fuchsia top with my white eyelet jacket and my black ballet flats. That was until I looked out the window and saw snow … again. Big fluffy, wet flakes were falling from the sky, making the puddles in the street, in the parking lot and every where else even bigger than they already were.
So, instead of my nice business casual look, I opted for my comfy green sweater and my cognac boots. My boots are the only shoes of my 30 items that I dare wear outside when the weather is like this. I don’t want to soak and dirty up my cream oxfords or lace wedges or chance it slipping in my black oxford pumps and wind up soaking my whole outfit. As for my black ballet flats, well, we’ll save those for a dryer day as well. I really beginning to think it’s time to purchase some rain boots. What do you think?
A poem inspired by moving and that sad, awful feeling you get when you’re sitting in an empty, furniture-less apartment all by yourself:
The bare wood floor
that was once welcoming
in a new apartment,
now brought tears to my eyes.
The place against the wall
where the couch had sat
was now empty, along with
the walls that just a few hours ago
had held our memories.
The kitchen drawer was no longer
full of mismatched silverware,
but instead held
just one lonely set.
The cupboards of plastic plates
were now barren aside from the
top shelf of abandoned dishes
I hadn’t noticed until now.
I walked to my room,
sat on the corner of my bed
and slowly rocked myself back and forth
as I looked out my bedroom door
across the empty space that
was once our kitchen
to the bathroom, which now held
nothing but a garbage can.
In that moment,
it all hit me, like that time
I was so caught up, listening to a joke,
that I didn’t see the soccer goal
until it hit me square in the face.
Except, this time,
I wasn’t laughing at the end.