Thursday, April 14, 2011

story 4/14/11


After another moment of hesitation, AJ rapidly tore at her muddy clothes and grabbed the frivolous dress trying to make the process as quick as possible.  Wrestling with the skirt’s ruffles, she wretched the dress over her head and down her skinny frame, The dress somewhat smoothed, AJ snatched the tights off the bed thus began the next struggle. She began wildly hopping around on her right foot trying to get her left leg in the tight, wobbled, and almost fell on her face. Squinting with determination, she steadied herself against her dresser and with calculating tugs and the odd yank here and there managed to get the tights on.  When the tights were in place, all that was left were the dreaded toe-pinching white shoes. Looking at them on the bed looking so innocent but knowing how they truly were, AJ made a quick decision. She knew she would be wearing them tomorrow to Sunday School, so there was no way she would wear them now. No matter how mad her momma would get there was no way AJ would wear the toe-pinchers twice in one weekend. Smiling now, she went to her closet and pulled out a hand-me-down pair of Jamie’s hiking boots.  They were dustier and more weathered looking than the sneakers she had had on earlier. AJ laced the boots’ frayed laces, stood up, and looking in the mirror at herself thought her outfit was almost a better joke than Jamie’s hair.  
In a swift motion, AJ turned away from the mirror and left her room. She was halfway down the steps when she heard her momma voice, a barely veiled screech, scolding Jaime.  AJ took the rest of the steps in a run, almost tripping in her haste to get to Jamie.  She jumped from off the last step and ran to the kitchen, barreling through the door.  Expecting to find Jamie facing the wooden spoon and looking shame-faced, she was surprised to see him grinning as their momma lectured him. 
Turning at the interruption, Nora Teller took in the sight of AJ. She gave her daughter a thorough look-over from the top of her still mussed head to the toes of the scuffed hiking boots.  Nora shook her head looking at her children, loving them for being the exasperating rebels they were.
 

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Poetry Week!


The White Elephant

The old gate stands alone
Its dignity encroached on by wayward shrubbery
Cast into an all encompassing shadow
By tree branches intertwining densely above
It is still prestigious
Even in its decrepit state

The gate is a white elephant
The last symbol of the elegance and chivalry of past generations
It is Miss Emily
And above all else
It is the final remnants of Tara

Its decaying wood a statement on society
What it was
And what it never will be again
Its sophistication alluding to its former splendor
Now only the raw bones remain
Showing the devastation of modern society

The old gate stands alone
A glimpse into the grandeur history
Influential
Unattainable
Lost  



The Treadmill

You jumped on in front of her
Everyone knowing we weren't allowed
The machine beeped as you pushed it higher
When you tripped
I could do nothing
I was so close
But was still so far away
You crashed into her
Taking her feet out from under her
She flew off
Time suspended as I watched her fly through the wall
I will never forget that sound
I cried so much it saved both of you from getting in trouble
Your welcome



Silence

I’m sorry
I should have given you the choice
Looking back
Its so easy to say
I should have done this
But back then
I knew
It was right
And that you couldn’t  
And shouldn’t have to
Handle my mess

I thought
It was better
To hurt you then
And save you
From a hopeless situation
And an unbearable pain later on

You thought I was heartless
But I was heartbroken
Sick with regret
Guilt stricken
Wanting to explain everything
Answer all your questions
Not doing so almost destroyed me
My silence almost destroyed you

We are alive though your patience
It keeps me going
Knowing that you are still waiting