Greenhouse Effect

We were asked to look out the window from our west facing room on the second floor of the CUE building and, after finding something that would function as a muse, write a short poetic description using imagery.

The corner of the glass shelter. The triangle roof that lets everything in without being able to feel even the gale force winds on the other side. Every pane rattling against the metal frame, but the leaves in here with me don't even have a breeze to blow in. Even with the world ending in ice, there is more fire on the other side.

Then, we were asked to write about the same thing, with the added emotion that would come after some horrible news. The examples given were deaths of families and friends, or being passed up for a job.

This is a time capsule that is moved by nothing but the earth it has attached itself to. In a one room time zone, time is only truly alive when...
instead, I open the door,
the capsule is polluted by its inability to be isolated & removed

That was easy enough, just remember every emo kid you went to high school with
Same concept
this time, you won the lotto, or something else equally good.

The king of all I see,
I look down on everything
that I knw and remain untouched
by its attempts to gaze upon me.
The karma police must be at the donut shop.
Because I'm up here
and I love me too much
to let something bad happen.

I enjoyed that,
because whenever I think happy
I think egomaniacle, and--better still--self-assured