A/N:
Chloe's report. ^-^ enjoy...
Worthy
By S. Ann Smith
Part four: Worthy
'She tells her love while half-asleep', or 'What it is to be worthy'
By Chloe Sullivan
I can't tell you what it is like on the Moon, or even how it is on Earth. I can't tell you what it is like to live, or if the sun will rise or fall today, or tomorrow. But I can tell you this: life will go on, and I believe you will understand, because now I understand. I understand why the sun rises and shines when you don't feel like getting up in the morning, and why the rain calms people almost so they can't rise and shine.
As you know, I had previously chosen the poem 'The Lady of Shalott', and was willing to give you a personalized glimpse into her world. I chose a diferent poem, after recieving some advice-well maybe not exactly advice, but it helped me all the same. I will not dwell on who I feel I am, because now, I know, I am Chloe Sullivan-not bound by the realms of extremitieds. Worthy of life, happiness, and love.
Worthiness is not to be judged by the amount of love and recognition recieved, or even unrecieved. It doesn't make you, you make it. Decisions to be made, lives to live, and soon love will be found-if it hasn't been found already. But to be worthy means to throw all pasts out the window, to start anew.
The poem I chose goes as follows:
She tells her love while half-asleep
In the dark hours,
With half -words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Dispite the snow
Dispite the falling snow.
The poem, is by Robert Graves, and in my opinion, he is implying that their love will go on, starting from the new, but cold, pure snow. In order for them to love, they must start anew. But as all great poetry goes, you should make your own decisions. I think you should know, whetherthe Moon sets or rises at different times, love goes on
Life goes on
"Dispite the snow
Dispite the falling snow."
"Well what do you think?" Chloe asked the bald man infront of her.
"What do I think? Hmm.." He falsely thought for a moment, "I think that you think I give
good advice. Which is probably a lie." he smirked, pulling her close to him.
"And?" She rose her eyebrow at him.
"And, I think you made the right choice on your poem." he said, as if he had previously
rehearsed for hours.
"Me too." She smiled up at him as he pulled her in for a kiss.
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End.
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