Sleep ended abruptly this morning as my muse paid a visit.
Get up, I don't have time for this.Wha... oh, muse. Good morning.
Don't good morning me, I got your letter. Writer's block, always with the writer's block. Why can't you ever write to say hi, or setup a lunch?I'm sorry; I figured my muse would be more interested in my work...
*Your* muse is court appointed buddy because you can't afford one on your own, remember that.Oh.
Now, to the matter at hand; it's obvious I don't know why you need me.Well it's not obvious to me or I would have not needed you.
Don't get smart with me, you're out of your depths boy. To spell it out for you, you were going to write a dark piece, and then met someone and now you don't feel dark anymore. Write it about them.But the topic is love, and I just met them... and well was thinking of relaxing from the dating thing for a while (you know my track record there). I've gotten into trouble a few times writing a poem on love...
I'm sorry, do you want to be a poet or a person?Umm, I can't be both?
Oh my, I do love how you bring a smile to my face every time we speak. Now review your poet's term of service, and pay attention to poetic license. You have your idea now, and I have a 9 o'clock with Jessica Simpson, not that it helps.So after a bowl of knock off cocco pebbles, I came up with the following:
Her
Sunset eyes,
midnight hair.
Smile sets aflame,
Laughter quenches doubts.
Touch revives forsaken.
Loneliness erodes gently away,
No longer wondering jaded.
Opaque vision becomes clear;
Soul embraced by her.
After writing I began to think on the power we give to first impressions. This poem after all is based entirely upon one. I often focus most on the first two lines of a poem or song, because that will be the first impression of the piece. We obsess over which photo will be our profile photo because that again is our first impression here. In dating and interviews alike (more alike than we like to admit) first impressions, reading them and making them, mean everything.
Is this a fault of ours, something we need to correct? After all I've made several judgments from first impressions that have been wrong, good or bad. I hesitate to say they are a fault because they seem to be part of our nature; they must have a reason.
A person cannot impress me more than to shatter the conceptions established by a first impression. When a musician does an album in a completely new style from his past works, or a friend takes a political view outside of his party, I then see that person in more than one dimension.
Perhaps that is the point of first impressions; by breaking them we prove ourselves human.
Posted By Mike On Tuesday, February 15, 2005
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