eloquence

I thought I wanted to write a blog about this...
It turns out I suck at writing eloquently so I can't,
Because it completely defeats the purpose of the title.
I like the word, so I am keeping it up there to be read by others.
Maybe someone else will see it and be inspired by it.
When I read the word eloquence, I want to write poems.
I will now take a break and attempt to write one.
Here is what I wrote

I'm sitting here alone in the quiet.
Hearing the rain falling gently on the ledge,
and the painful creeks from my bed,
I think of you.
Smelling the fresh lilac flowers I picked yesterday,
and the stink from opening my fridge,
I think of you.
Feeling the softness of my blanket on my face,
and the cold metal by my hand
I think of you.

We all have good times.
and bad.
The magical thing about life is that we get to choose.
Will I notice the Lilacs or the rotten oranges?