Happy Monday everyone! I can’t believe how quickly June has gone by. I’m so glad. Summer used to always feel never-ending to me when I was in school. The days seemed to drag on until the day we have a pack on our backs and new school supplies in them. Actually, I loved going back to school. I loved (and still love) the smell of new school supplies: wooden pencils, rubber erasers, an unopened box of crayons. If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m a pretty sensual person (if by sensual you understand that I mean I’m very in tune to my senses). I love touching textures and I love color, and I’m very into things that smell good. My favorite line from a movie is from Tom Hanks character Joe Fox in the movie You’ve Got Mail. It’s in the beginning of the movie when he’s sending an email to Shopgirl (Meg Ryan) and he says that he’d send her a bouquet of pencils if he knew where she lived. I love that, the idea of a bouquet of pencils. It’s completely original, and (in my opinion and as strange as it may be) I think it’s romantic. Cute and totally sweet. Why does no one else think of these things? It would definitely make me laugh and put a smile on my face. And, yes, I have embraced my inner and outer weirdo-Gonzo isn’t alone in it. Anyway, one month down and two more to go before school is back and I have my house back to myself (and the Tornado). I love my kids, but three months with them practically non-stop is a long time. You other parents who work at home can understand, I’m sure.
Speaking of Meg Ryan, today’s poem is one I wrote many years ago. City of Angels is one of my favorite movies. After watching it I immediately found a copy of Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast and read it. It was my first Hemingway, and I fell in love with it. I wrote this poem and based it off of the movie, the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, and the book. I re-edited it earlier this spring, although I didn’t take anything out of it. Instead, I added more lines and I cleaned up some of the wording. I hope you like it.
The World Through Your Eyes
By Jessica Scott
I want to see the world through your eyes.
I want to see the sights you see.
I want to experience the world as if we were one,
To know how you view it.
I want to walk a mile in your shoes.
I want to know how the grass feels under your bare feet,
To know how the touch of my hand feels against your bare skin.
I want to know how an orange tastes to you,
And feel the pleasure of a simple kiss on your lips.
I want to hear the thoughts in your mind.
I want to know how you sound to yourself.
I want to hear the mundane things you think about,
To know your soul as it exists in this time.
I want to know you as you know yourself.
I want to know what drives you,
What pushes you to reach for your dreams.
I want to see myself as you see me,
And know your heart as I know my own,
To feel those emotions that course through your body,
To know love as only you can.
And in knowing how you see the world
I will love myself better, and see my heart as only you can see it.
Then I can show you the world through my eyes,
And you will know how much I love you.
Copyright © 2014 by Jessica Scott
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