25 Days of Reflection Before Turning 25
Day 22 - Oh to be a poet.
What greater gift & what grander curse it is for a poet to turn a person into a poem. To have the memory of them to live forever. A sorry attempt at immortality. On one perspective they are but a firefly caught in a mason jar. Seen as just a bright and magnificent thing to admire. On the other hand, fireflies cannot survive in glass. The brilliance becomes but a cadaver of what it used to be. A relic of sorts. Something to look at on a wall in a museum. A time capsule memory to remember on drunken nights. A thought in a day. A body to resurrect on stage. A memory to relive so others can connect with it. This is what it means to turn someone into a poem.