An Eastern Ambition

Through the eyes of Jay Gatsby

I look out across the rippled water

At the shining light,

Green with hope,

Close enough to just reach out

And capture its essence…

 

My arm hesitates, paralyzed

In the stagnant air

As I gaze back at my home -

A corruption of wealth,

Hidden glimpses of reality in a fake world.

 

The hope spirals away,

Crashing through my barriers of

Gold, silver, pink, and yellow,

Into a void, gone forever,

Like a lost and forgotten recollection.

 

I imagine a flower,

Innocent and white,

Petals hiding a bright center of yellow,

And then a flash of scarlet

As the wheels of destruction start to turn.

 

Now I sit in a pool of memories

Of extravagant parties and possessions,

Searching for a true meaning.

In the end, I’m here alone,

My dream quickly fading away.

Author's Note

This is part of an English project that I'm doing. It relates to the character of Jay Gatsby in the novel The Great Gatsby and is supposed to show the theme of the American Dream and capture elements and the essence of the character. Hope you like it. :)

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

I haven't ever read The Great Gatsby... I'm too rebellious to complete required reading! But I love this piece. I wish I had knowledge to put it into context, but I think it's a crying shame that this piece has no reviews with some of the horrible things I've read on this site today that other "writers" are just raving about! I enjoyed reading--great, descriptive imagery. I loved this!
KH