Testing... [part II]
[Going for a new look here... Restructuring the basic look of the posts, and then I'm gonna play with colors. Too bad I can't do all this without re-publishing every other minute o.O;;]
[Well, this is coming along, at least... I'm going through and editing each post so they're all in something resembling a format. However, I'm doing so without the benefit of previewing each post, so if I screwed something up please let me know. And I'm going all of the HTML and stuff by hand, so anything I don't know implicitly is liable to be incorrect or malfunctional.]
[I'm also going to play with another, more asthetically pleasing way of writing the main post text. This is great and all, but it does break things up a bit, and for long posts it looks funny. But it'll work for now, I guess...]
[The poem below is something I wrote a few months back. It was inspired by something a friend said they had to write for her English class - something about bubbles or some such. She read hers (frankly it sucked, but was I about to say so? Only if I had a death wish), and I couldn't manage to write one without essentially rewriting hers (comes of a long habit of editing peoples' stuff for them), so I ended up letting it take its own course.]
Making Diamonds
Some people pay thousands of dollars
for a little piece of carbon,
all because it catches the light and sparkles.
Some people spend their lives
underground in the black dirt and ancient rock
chipping away at the walls, just to uncover the miniscule chips
of earth-bound starlight.
But I...
I sit on my dock and swing my feet in the water,
and instantly I am rich, wealthier than the greatest tycoon,
and the air is filled with the worlds greatest diamonds.
Not just clear, either.
They are the green of the sea,
the blue of the sky,
and when they fall before the sun they are red,
the bleeding red of sunset,
and the sun itself is captured in the crystalline drops.
Let them have their carbon,
let them have their diamond rings and bracelets,
let them shove rods of steel and aluminum and silver through their ears.
Leave me my murky water,
leave me my salt and my seaweed and my oystershells,
leave me my bare feet, calloused as they are,
leave me my unadorned fingers and toes and wrists and ankles.
For I make my diamonds.
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