Day 36: Happy Earth Day, Happy Spring

Happy Earth Day!

Plum Bum

Pants: Free People, Shirt: American Apparel, Vest: Forever 21, Shoes: Steve Madden

I'm switching the order here today. As my "thoughtful" part of the blog is a poem, I decided: outfit first, poem second. So, that's the way it's going to be today, I guess. My outfit today consisted of plum corduroy pants from Free People, a floral tie-top from American Apparel, my faux-fur vest from Forever 21, and white Steve Madden heeled sandals. Today was my first full day back at school in a while and I was glad I wore something a little warmer because–as so many things are too good to be true–it has substantially cooled down a bit, yet again. Yes, it ("it" being the weather) decided to get cold the day I am finally fully functioning, for the most part. But if I have learned nothing else in my past seventeen years of life, it is that my surroundings–though they do, surround me–do not and will not ever revolve around me. So cold it was, and I was glad I wore pants. What I liked most about today's outfit was that it had hints of spring despite the more fall-like color of the pants. The crop top length of the shirt and floral print along with the open-toed sandals gave the darker colors more life–more spring. And on the note of "spring", here is my most recent poem:

"Spring"

in my car I ride

past a place out there

where I remember once thinking 

of the blooming spring,

that was the day–

yes I remember that day

clearly now when it was 

five o'clock and I bought you a

birthday card that I never gave you,

remember–you don't but still I remember 

today and tomorrow– 

and when it was real 

because it was this day, this place, this time

and spring– 

and spring makes me remember, 

remember you.

So this was a poem I wrote because I was remembering spring and what spring has meant to me symbolically over the years. It plays with the way people think of and remember things. We–or at least me–tend to remember things in fragments and ideas that bleed together like one long sentence, which is what this poem imitates. The poem is full of little fragmented ideas and moments that when put together, form a single idea, a single moment. Hope you liked it!

Hope your Monday wasn't too terrible. Happy tomorrow to you!

Stay unnaked.