“The Peoples Song”

Prompt: M.C. Eschers ascending and descending optical illusion.

A world as run down as they come, a world full of sky, clouds and little sun. There are no books, There are are no songs, nothing exists, to pass the days so long. They speak in poems, speak in rhymes, but no one notices, because no one tries. The tower of brick, and wood, and stone, is a place that a few of them dare to go. They have heard the legend, the devastating tale, so they hold on to life as if it’s going stale. The one piece of writing they are allowed to read, speaks of a tower, where sadness is a seed. They plant it there, it grows and grows, until none of it is left to show. The rhyme starts here so listen along, and you too, can hear the people’s wistful song:

 

The passers by

The alarmed unit

May not get why

The people do it

 

The people are

The ones who walk

Always there

They never talk

 

Not a word is

Spoken from them

The words are where

Their sadness stems

 

From dawn to dusk

From morn to eve

The people walk

Because they grieve

 

They’ve lost someone

They hoped to keep

The people walk

Until they sleep

 

The stairs they climb

Do not go up

The stairs they climb

Will never stop

 

The stairs don’t start

The stairs don’t end

And soon these people’s

Backs will bend

 

From sun to moon

From light to dark

The people walk

To heal their hearts.

 

The few th

 

By: Evi Milanovic

250 words.

“Brains in your head, and feet in your shoes.”

Prompt: Reverence for Books and Reading:

A doctor without a PHD and an abundance of simple yet intricately formed rhymes were the stepping stones of my childhood reading experience. Since birth I was listening to and later on reading these poems, stories and lessons, all told by none other than Dr. Seuss. My list of idols consisted of Thing 1 and 2, the Lorax and Sam I am, as they taught me lessons about life that it seemed like no chapter book could at the time.

At the age of five I had memorized One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue fish and was correcting my parents when they got words wrong. Everything my mind could escape to was just a page turn away, the who’s in whoville, the truffula trees that needed protecting, and the fox in socks. They all had something important to tell me, something it felt like they wanted me to remember and to carry on. It’s almost as if Dr. Seuss needed all of us kids to know that we could do anything no matter how small we were, to speak for those without a voice of their own, and to quote the man himself, “you have brains in our heads and feet in your shoes, you can steer yourself any direction you choose”. He ingrained these morals in our brains through the stories of an elephant, a travelling who and a little Lorax who speaks for the trees, but as we mature we’ve taken these stories with us, unknowingly. They teach us to stand for equality, to try to save the environment, and to help others. To this day I still believe that these little stories have taught us all lessons beyond what any chapter book could.

 

By: Evi Milanovic

287 words