Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Dialogue


Sitting in a quiet hallway I take my seat against the wall and open my book. As classes begin to leave I watch as everybody files out, talking to each other about all different things. Across from where I sat two women, who seemed to be close friends sat next to each other, already in a heated argument,
            “I cannot believe you! You’re retarded.”
The short haired girl snapped, pointing her finger at the other women, who just sat there crossing her arms, shaking her head,
            “No, YOU’RE the dumb one!”
Shaking her long brown hair she pulls up her foot revealing her shoe, she carefully unties the shoe laces and then proceeds to tie while singing a song from what I thought to be from SpongeBob,
            “Make a Loop-de-Loop and pull, and your shoes are looking cool!”
The other girl flailed her arms, in disgust as the friend finished tying. Pointing out again the brown haired girl said,
            “THIS makes sense. Whatever you’re doing, is just plain wrong.”
            “I see absolutely nothing wrong with how I tie my shoes, which makes you stupid.”
Obviously giving up the brown haired girl sat back in her seat as the other flaunted her shoe at her.          
            “Stilled tied, SEE!... you stupid, I win.”
Both sitting back in their seats they both looked back at the clock then back at each other with the same look on their faces. Bursting into laughter the brown haired girl asked,
            “Why do have these stupid arguments? We’re arguing about how we tie our shoes!”
            “Why? Because you’re stupid, I’m stupid and we’ve been friends for way too long.”
They both silently looked at one another, almost communicating though their exaggerated facial expressions, shook their heads and they both got up and left.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Test Prep. #2


Confessional Poetry -

(site) HERE is a great site explaining a Brief Guide to how Confessional Poetry works along with an exert from Sylvia Plath's poem "Daddy".

(poem not covered.) I found a great poem by Anna Saxton but the poem is huge so HERE is the link to the page. The page also has a great audio reading of the poem as well as bio on Anna Saxton so I thought that was worth looking at as well.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Test Prep


Epigram -

The definition given in the book is as written, "Epigrams are usually short poems, never more then a few lines long, often rhymed, and usually funny or wryly satirical. They are intended to make a sharp comment or witty observation." (pg. 778)

When I came across this word I got the definition but knew that if I heard or read one the definition would stick more. Here are two, a video and a site, that I found to be really helpful in explaining and clarifying the definition.

This video of Alexander Pope reciting one of his Epigrams he wrote.

The other site that I found to be helpful is found HERE, this site gives some really great examples and should help you out quite a bit with matching definition to the word. 

Monday, February 11, 2013

Howl Imitation



I watch the actions of my generation

I watch them, the kids I knew for years, have their whole lives ahead of them and throw it all away

I watch as the death toll rises and peoples drive to succeed drop

I watch as the minds of my generation succumb to sex, to alcohol, to drugs without a second glance at what it’s doing to them and their families.

I listen to the playful laughter as people joke about getting shit faced at bars, and even after the warnings and consoling given they still pick up their keys and think their able to drive.

I hear of another girl having a baby, I hear of another family evicted, another person filing for bankruptcy, a child who is hungry and gets only the food provided by their school.

I think to myself, ask myself again and again, how can this keep on going the way it has.
When is the next death, the next shooting going to be too much

I see the minds and bodies of my generation and see nothing potential

I see low end jobs, no education, struggles and heartbreaks.

I see, watch my generation disrespect the people who worked so hard to give everything they had to us, to stand us up when we fell, to feed us when we couldn’t do it ourselves, to kiss our fresh Band-Aid when we cut ourselves.

And what do we do in return?

We scoff at their faces, curse them as they cautiously drive, we ignore the legacy that they leave and call it shit. We ignore the fact that most of them gave up their lives to ensure our freedom. The freedom we take for granted every day.

I watch as my generation grows lazy and without thought soaks in the media around them. The media, the songs, the images that my generation knows is  wrong but does nothing about but simply pass it by as nothing wrong.

I watch my generation…

I want to see my generation be productive, to do something that changes not only their lives but the lives that had yet to come and the lives that told us right from wrong. I want to watch as my generation builds new future, builds new jobs and help rebuild the American we call home.

But…

We’ll all just have to watch and see.


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Imagist


Bed

Warm downy feathers calming and protective;
A gentle hug from a loving mother.  

Monday, February 4, 2013

Sestina


Proud Koi

As I watch the fish swim
The crystal clear water flowing
The other fish play around him
The caverns and caves give them cover
The bright and vivid colors
As the light plays with their scales

The koi’s orange and white scales
Continually shine as they all swim
All the other colors
The all seem to be flowing
As I watch them beneath my cover
I only watch him

They all see him
Each and every one of their scales
Dart with one last sparkle under cover
They stop to see him swim
The fins of the great fish flowing
With his bleak and old colors

As I watch the aqua colors
Bounce around him
The jet stream around all others still flowing
Moving around the tiny scales
Of the fish who watch the koi swim
Doing their best to stay in cover

The koi never seeks cover
He barely notices the other colors
As the others swim
They swim below, around, above him
Hiding their scales
Staying in the motion of flowing

He doesn’t stay put, always flowing
I helped create cover
To help the others hid their scales
But instead of swimming they only sit watching his colors
Only thinking of him
The others do not dare swim

It’s almost like a drama flowing with each actor in dressed in different colors
Some if not most in cover all avoiding him
But still all the fishes scales will glimmer once they get the courage to swim