If I Had it My Way

Last night, I said something to Elli that I believe should be a quote: "If I had it my way, life would be a musical!"  And I'd  have lots of songs.  The irony of this statement is that whenever my siblings are really annoying me because they're singing, I say "Hey, we don't live in a musical!  Stop singing!"

Haha.
Wrote another poem.  Has no name, but I'm calling it "Calista's Poem" for the time being. (for obvious reasons)

I will never see the sun rise

I will never see it set

I will never see fireflies

Or a spider’s sparkling net

I will never see a rainbow

Painted cross the sky

I will never see the stars glow

Or the twinkle in your eye.

I will never see you smile

I will never see your tear

But I can hold you for a little while

As long as you are near

But I can feel the heat

Of the rising and setting sun

And I can hear flies’ wings in beat

Steady as a drum.

I can smell the scent of rain

As it washes clean the earth

And I’m not about to complain

About my curse from birth

Just because I cannot see

Doesn’t mean that I’m deprived

I can be just as free

As a matter of fact, I’ve thrived

I can hear your smile crinkle

As it creases your face

And I can feel each worried wrinkle

And that's all I've got... it just won't end!!! END, DANG YOU!!!! END!!!!!!!!!

Got this idea last night at 10:30 and said, "Elli! Quick!  I need a piece of paper!!!"  By the time I got the paper, I was losing the idea, but I think I managed to get the jist of it.  It rhymes- most of my poems do not.  And I'm not sure I hate that- but it's hard to write more stanzas as I try to end this.

All right, gotta go.

Poems

"Storm Child"

by Haili G

The smell of rain in the air bathing your body

The heaviness of gray clouds pregnant with water

The heat of the day and the tension in the sky

This is the birth of the storm child

The Child of thunder, child of storms

The Child of wind, the child of rain

Booming, raging, howling, pouring

The Child of sleet, child of snow

The Child of lightning, the child of hail

Falling, blowing, striking, pounding

Child of hurricanes, of waves and seas

Child of tornados, of dust and debris

Circling, crashing, cycling, coalescing

This is the Child of the Storm

"The Color of Sound"

by Haili G

Listen.  Can you hear the colors singing?

Can you hear them calling?

The soft pink of the flute

The dark blue of the clarinet

The bright red of the trumpet

The purple majesty of the horn

The deep brown of the tuba

The orange of the saxophone

The yellow of the bright whistle

Can you hear the colors?

Sniff.  Can you smell the colors’ perfume?

Can you find their soft scent?

The pink smell of roses

The blue smell of the lake

The red scent blood

The purple smell of old precious things

The gray smell of rain

The green smell of new growing things

The yellow smell of all things clean and lemony

Can you smell the colors?

Taste. Can you lick the colors?

Can you tell what they taste like?

The pink of frosting and marshmallow fondant, and all things soft and fluffy

The blue taste of refreshing mint

The red taste of anything hot and spicy

The purple taste of chocolate and fruit

The pure white taste of eggs and meringue

The orange taste of citrus on a hot day

The yellow taste of rainbow sherbet

Can you taste the colors?

Touch.  Can you feel the colors?

Can you stroke them?

The pink of a soft newborn baby’s cheek

The sky blue of an old worn t shirt

The red of bricks and tiles, roasting in the sun

The purple of rich velvet

The white texture of silk and lace

The green of grass and fur

The brown of dirt and earth

Can you feel the colors?

They both need work.  Any suggestions would be appreciated.  Thanks!