Colors
The reds and oranges of autumn leaves
The yellows of the setting sun
The greens of forests on horizons distant
The blues of the seas
The indigos of the skies just before dawn
The violets of clouds after a storm
These colors are lovely
In and for themselves
You’re not the only bringer
Of color to my life
Not the only wellspring
Of beauty or of joy
But I love the red when you blush
The orange of your freckles
The yellow of sunflowers in the vase on your dresser
The way you make others green with envy
The beautiful blue of your big, bright eyes
The indigo undertones in your raven hair
The violet of tanzanite in a silver ring
All the variegated colors of you
Ran so vibrant
And made life all the brighter
I wrote this last night, from a stray thought I had while relaxing in bed after LegReg (which was over Zoom this week). I’ve been writing a lot more poetry recently; I never thought I was any good at it, but many people are saying that I’m a good poet, a terrific poet, they say “Jussie, there are many such poets who can’t words, very poetasterous, they write nasty poems, but you have the best words, very fine, tremendous command of the English language”. Jokes aside, while I’m probably not gonna make it a habit to share poems here, I’m confident enough that some aren’t crap to share some of them from time to time.
My week so far has been… bittersweet, to say the least. Kerry and I are just flat-out taking space. I have feelings about that, but I understand why she needs it. Maybe I need it too, maybe I don’t. Again, feelings. Many such poems! As to my own life, I’ve been getting my academics back on track. I was starting to get sloppy in my classes, something something overconfidence. I was invited to another birthday party this Saturday, at the exact same time as the one I had already RSVP’d for. Naturally, I’m gonna try and attend both, it shouldn’t be too hard since I’m in the city, roughly just under an hour’s walk, half an hour by trolley, or fifteen minutes by car. I can handle it.
Yesterday, the MHLS had a General Body Meeting, and we also contributed towards our philanthropy requirements by making blankets. It was also Ash Wednesday, and I fasted; I’m giving up meat (seafood excluded) for Lent this year, so today’s lunch was some falafel over rice and a leftover slice of pizza some student org put in the 3rd Floor Lounge (as is custom). Today, I have my Crim midterm, and I’m gonna cut this blog entry short so I can get back to studying. I hope it goes well; Prof. McGrain is a real stickler for precision, as I found out when I got my Property Crimes Practice Set back.
Actually, one last thing popped into my head. So, we recently had to change the name of one of the gods in the Fantasyverse from Shuliak to Zastara after an unfortunate coincidence came to light. I mean, at least the Abyssal-Currently-Known-As-Zastara only steals children to make them toil forever in the Elemental Plane of Sweatshops. I hate that we live in a timeline where the demonic gods we made cartoonishly capital-E Evil are somehow beaten out by real people. Truly, the world ended in 2012, and this is a prison created by the demiurge. We should really finish migrating everything Narazen-related from SporeWiki, since Fandom is the devil when it comes to hosting, and I can also then finish adding the years of worldbuilding notes I’ve scribbled down about the project. It’s hardly Spore fanfic at this point, anyway, and we’re currently on a third Fantasyverse (a reboot of the reboot started by Xho).
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 