Walking Poetry

You know the girl: the one with hair flowing voluminously in the wind with the perfect bounce corresponding to her walk.  Each foot follows the same straight line as she struts down the cat-side-walk.  Her hourglass frame is complimented perfectly with her catalog-style outfit.  Absolutely glamorous.  It is difficult to determine where her beauty ends and where it is enhanced with make-up; there are no flaws.

When she passes by, the seductive scent of her perfume lingers just enough to consume your thoughts for the next few moments.  Her passing wind seems as if a gust of fresh air, quick and crisp, traveled through the room instead.  The methodic click of her heels is all but too-distinguishable amongst the ordinary population of rubbery soles.  Her rhythm holds the most precise beat and is accompanied by a clean, determined stride that rings true and clear.

She may be out of a magazine, but in essence she is a picture in motion.  When she adds that red flower to her neutral outfit, she gives you the impression she walked off a black-and-white set.  But the next time you see her, color flows from all angles and flares from her features.  It almost overwhelms your sense of beauty, which suddenly became so sensitive.  She is entrancing: the only thing that holds your attention.  She is today’s definition of “siren” and you can’t give her enough of your gaze.

Everyone sees in three dimensions, and everything seen is visual.  However, this girl seems to paint imagery in all places, which immediately seem dull in comparison.  She makes white appear brighter than sun-illuminated snow, and red more lush than the Queen of Heart’s roses.  Black on her shoulders has never looked more Noir and her blue runs louder than the summer sky.  Somehow her gleaming eyes shine through it all with surprising ferocity.

She is that girl.  She sets the precedence for those following her footprints, and raises the standards for those who have walked before her.  She naturally brings out the “gentlemen” in the males surrounding her (why would they let her open her own door if she can help it?).  Even the normally disrespectful men cannot help but be affected by her eloquent presence.

She is silent rhymes and melodic imagery.  This girl is walking poetry.

Be Your Own White Knight

Sometimes we just need a little glamour in our lives.  A beautiful gown and little pumpkin carriage to go with our hard and demanding Cinderella jobs.  A break from reality’s strain and work.  But there won’t always be a fairy godmother to wave the magic wand.  Life moves too quickly for any one person to deliver ambitions on a silver platter, and life is too short to wait on the delivery.  It is much more practical to grab your own vegetable and sculpt it yourself.  Your hands may get a little messy, but at least you will be able to design your own custom Lambo.

The tale of the glamorous life has a long road of yellow bricks and many deceiving, almost enchanting, obstacles.  Not everyone is guaranteed a “happily ever after.”  Some spend eternity waiting for the prince to break their sleeping spell while others decide to ride the white horse and fashion-forward knight armor themselves.

Dreams don’t chase the catcher and nothing ever grew without water.  Opportunities will pass by you regardless, but seeing them does not equate to seizing them.  If you do everything within your power today, then the only battles you face tomorrow belong to that day alone.  The stretch to the top is long, dark, and barren.  The higher you climb, the more the path becomes deserted.  Even after transformed, inspired, and given a vision, Cinderella has to struggle to secure her future.  The prince found her shoe and sought its owner, but it was her initiative and perseverance that broke her out of her step-family’s imprisonment and into his arms.

Our dreams can come knocking on our door and even enter our close proximity, but even then the journey is not finished.  They can come as close as our fingertips, but unless you grab it and hold on tight, it will vanish just as quickly.  The odyssey to wealth and riches has many characteristics of the historical baroque period: ornate with glamour and glitter to distract from the poverty and struggle.  Do not be fooled by what appears in front of you.  This is a very superficial industry and the deeper you swim, the darker the water.  Keep your eyes on your vision, conquer the day and seize the world.  I'll see you up there.