Oreo's Observations

I'd like to preface this blog by saying the following original poem is written in a style completely out of my comfort zone, so through my eyes as a poet, it appears a bit of a mess. But hey, "dissonance is a kind of sense" I guess.  Cleanup on aisle seven Where the neatly stacked pyramid of oranges has fallen Where people pass by Without giving a fly Spurting juice under their fashionably protected feet Now there’s a traffic jam on aisle seven Where someone bumps into a shelf of wine And when people point fingers at each others’ faults All that’s left to say is  It isn’t mine  So someone travels to aisle four And rips open a pack of paper towels to clean the floor  But the liquid has migrated far beyond control  Where now are also  Soggy unraveled rolls  Finally the janitor comes over But he slips and his head lowers  Now there’s blood everywhere  But who should care  To clean the aisles When the janitor is also the owner  I initia...

Watering the Soul reminds us to be patient with ourselves and our journey of growth. I found it a very comforting and heartwarming poem but at the same time, I felt a little sad once I saw the direction this was going in. In today’s hustle culture world, it’s so difficult to give yourself time to grow. People are raising seven year olds who can play Mozart’s “Piano Sonata No. 18”, trying to complete their degrees as fast as possible, become affluent in their twenties. We’ve forgotten what it is to truly “nurture the seed”. Sunlight is only available for a part of the day, so the seed needs countless days for the “forest [to] prosper”. However, we try and take shortcuts, feed our plant artificial sunlight at night so it takes less time, but then ultimately, we’re left with a forest less healthy, less prosperous, and one that will die quicker.  My goal not only for this semester but for these next few years is to simply bask in this sunlight, learn as much as I can, not as quick as ...