heroines of my dreams
Me: Undergrad with BA in Sociology and Creative Writing. Midwestern urban gal. Animal lover; fond of both dogs and cats. Writer, reader, artist experimenting in a variety of forms. Self-admitted resident of fandom and fanfiction addict. G33k and G4m3r girl.
Currently: Grad student at UMN-Twin Cities, first apartment in Minneapolis, and pursuing MA in adult education with a focus on English language learners.
See my arts/creative journal at Enchanting Muse.
I Am Vertical
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimallight of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them—
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
I Am Vertical By Sylvia Plath
One of my favorite poems.
