“My love is a red, red rose.”

“So I’m on my way to class and I’m late. And I know my students are fidgeting in their seats already talking about how long they have to wait before they can leave. So I’m rushing and as I rush by the building I am caught off guard and swept off my feet by these rose bushes. Their deep red and delicious scent. I wanted it. I was intoxicated by it. But I knew I was running late and every moment I spent with these roses those kids would be about the pack up their things. So I decided to pick one and take the beauty with me. So I reached out and grabbed for the nearest one. You know what happened then? Of course I was pricked by the rose, I had reached in and ended up hurt. As I cradled my wounded hand I thought to myself, well now i know not to just grab at it. I have to be gentle with this beautiful rose. So I reached in gingerly and picked it out without getting hurt. I had learned my lesson and I was able to take this beautiful rose with me. I took it home and put it in water and sugar and there it stayed beautiful for a time. The scent continued to draw me in and i had my red rose. Then, like everything else, that rose started to fade and eventually it died. So I had lost my rose, but it was alright because I knew that I would go by those bushes again someday and there would be another red, red rose. And this is why I think Burns has summed up love with the metaphor of my love as a red red rose. seven simple words to define love. “

i am ready for Bob Dylan lit class. oh yes, oh yes I am.

this morning i laid in bed in the sunshine. i thought about tangled up in blue a little, but mostly put myself back home. in the backyard of my parents house. sitting on the porch. smelling the beginning of spring. the melting snow. the cool warmth given off by the sun. with my eyes closed i actually felt home. and thats the only way i survived this hangover. oh, and the weed. HAHAHA. tangled up in blue…