Saturday, April 23, 2011

I commented on brits and ali ls blogs

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

my comic is on my face book and i commented on jrbs, natiles blog. :]

Sunday, April 17, 2011

A poison Tree


This is an AABB rhyme scheme which helps poem flow. It is made of four stanzas which are each quatrains. The firs stanza is in the pattern in which each line starts with I was, or I told alternating.

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

This poem is very interesting with the use of personification for the tree. The first stanza takes a look at how human emotions like anger, hate, and wrath grow. I completely related to the line “I told it not, my wrath did grow” it is very hard to control your anger. The second stanza is all about how we try to fool and deceive our anger from growing. The third stanza relates to the biblical story of Adam and Eve. The fruits of the trees labors to hide its anger bore an apple. I can’t decide why Eve a woman would be the trees foe. Women in general are often related to mother earth, or the family tree. The tree and Eve could be the same person and Adam is her foe, the tree/she gives Adam the apple and sees him outstretched beneath the tree. This poem gives another look at a very classic story, using personification from the trees point of view.

What the mirror said


listen,
you a wonder
you a city
of a woman.
you got a geography
of your own.

The narrator seems like a self confident woman, admiring her beauty. To compare herself to a city, I think she was talking about her inner complexity. The geography refers to her power. Though history power has been expressed by how much land you own. Women have more shape and skin on their body then men, the skin can represent power.

listen,
somebody needa map
to understand you.
somebody need directions
to move around you.

She’s saying that she is not an object for men. She is special and deserves someone special. She cannot be taken advantage of.

listen,
woman,
you not a noplace
anonymous
girl;
mister with his hands on you
he got his hands on
on
damn
body!

The woman was sexually assaulted (I assume raped) by a man, but she knows he can only touch her body and not her soul. This is a really powerful message to all the girls out there that no one can ever hurt your soul. This poem is one stanza, the listens, break up the poem helping the story unfold. This poem is often related to Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton.


these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top

This poem is similar in the fact it also gives power to women. By talking about how women can derive power
from their beauty, and womanly powers. It is the same style and also one stanza.

Friday, April 15, 2011

the lesson of the falling leaves

the leaves believe
such letting go is love
such love is faith
such faith is grace
such grace is god
i agree with the leaves

This poem is very fluid and easy to read. The poem follows each main idea love, faith, and grace from line to line giving the feeling of a leaving falling though the air. The poem is one stanza made of six lines. The poem to me has dual meaning. One is saying good bye to someone who is dead or dying and you are letting go because you love them and have faith that you will see them again. I think that this poem can also be about letting go of your childhood. The leave lets go of its mother the tree and ventures out on its own. Like seeds of plants floating out having faith that they find a home.