A "Blessing" Imitation

I will always remember coming home after school
Off the bus and down the street
Walking up my driveway, opening the front door
Excited to get inside
Knowing exactly who would be excited to see me.
Walking into my room, dropping my backpack as I went
Watching her poke her head out of her handmade home
Inside the cage she lived
Where she spent most of her time alone.
I would open the cage,
And she'd jump out with ease
Just like a dog, excited to see me
Cinnamon the rat
Or Cinnie, as I would affectionately call her.
I'd let her run around, maybe get her a snack
And soon she'd be in my lap, munching away.
I'd play with her, and watch her scurry
Little brown body, with patches of white
Long and lean tail, the whole length of her body.
I'd let her run around for ever it seemed,
Petting her and watching her burrow under the blanket.
Looking back on all our time spent together,
I will always remember
Her and me

Does Poetry Matter?

Of course it does. That's an easy question to answer. Poetry tells us stories from the past, both historical and fiction, and brings a sense of whimsical romanticism to daily lives. I enjoy poetry because of the sounds of the rhyming words, and the topics which poets write on. Anything, from simple conversation to an ode about someone, can sound amazing when read in proper stanza and time. Poetry is a lot like music. It makes you feel happy. Dana Gioia gives the reader of her article at least two reasons why poetry matters. She connects poetry to the freedom of speech, and says that poetry gives you the power to understand language. The other reason she gives is that the decline in poetry shows a decline in other art forms, all of which an intellectual society should not lose.

If the question had been " Does poetry matter to the youth of America?", I would have answered no. Poetry does not matter to most people, let alone the youth and even most people in college. Isn't that one of the reasons we studied fiction before moving to poetry in our class? Little to no one cares about poetry any more because it is "hard". It's hard to write a poem, its hard to read poetry, and its even harder to make out the jumble of words. American youth would much rather watch television or eat Taco Bell than ever consider writing or listening to poetry.

The ultimate question should be: How can we make poetry matter? We can do this by making it more enjoyable for the youth. If kids would realize that some of their favorite musicians, especially in the rap genre, are poets kids would appreciate poetry more. Now if rap music was cleaner, and less derogatory towards women...

City

The dark and decrepit city without sight of light
      A flower, petals falling 

Friend

When I think up a thought
As I sit, looking into the past,
Thinking of things long forgot
It all come back, at long last,
 
My thoughts start to flow, 
During the dark and damp night,
I think  " oh, woe", 
My heart and my mind start to fight
 
But you are foregone
As I fall to the floor
I think to myself and moan,  
I remember how it was all before.
 
When you were my friend,
But now we're at our end.

Fall in my Shawl

1
Oh how I love fall
I just want to leave
Becasue I believe
I'm too cool
To go to school
In my comfy shawl

2
In my shawl
All I do is think about fall
And all the things the season brings, is that cool?
To believe
That I can  leave
The place that teaches me, my school?


3
But how I love school
Especailly when I wear my shawl
During the fall
In the weather so cool
I believe
That I can leave

 4
But if I were to leave
Lewis-Clark State College, my lovely school
Without forgetting my shawl
In the lovely Lewiston fall
Which is a perfect temperature, oh so cool
Should I go home, I believe?

 5
To  believe
That I love to leave
In the fall
While wearing my shawl
The place I so love, my school
Which is so cool


 6
Sometimes I think I'm cool
But then I believe
That think,  "leave"
This place, this school
In my shawl
As I walk into the fall...

How I love the fall, the time of year wear it is cool
I decide that I never want to leave, or at least I believe
That school is my favorite place, especially when I wear my shawl

An Ode To the House Cat

An Ode to the House Cat

Oh, the house cat
Pretty and fluffy
Your eyes like green sea glass

Hair as soft as a baby's behind
With four cute little paws
And whiskers so long

The way you stalk
Up and down the windowsill
Silently moving, twitching your tail

Ever so craving that rush
The rush of catching and pouncing

Daydreaming in the sun
Dreams of mice and rabbits
Catching and killing
Chomp Chomp Chomp

A&P vs. Orientation

The stories "A&P" and "Orientation" are two very different stories. For this blog, I'll not try to compare them both in entirety, but rather I'll compare the role of a bosses in each of the stories.

The boss in A&P isn't around much, from how the narrator describes it. "Lengel comes in from haggling with a truck full of cabbages on the lot and is about to scuttle into that door marked MANAGER behind which he hides all day..." This sentence suggests that the manager of this supermarket is always hiding in his office. But once he sees the girls, "improperly dressed" he cracks the whip. Lengel goes from being a push over, uncaring type boss, to a hard ass in less than :30 seconds.

The boss in Orientation is completely different. This boss is the all knowing type. You can also assume that this boss is the hard ass type, since he always repeats the phrase "Ask too many questions, however, and you may be let go." He doesn't seem like he's the pushover, or hide-in-his-office type. This boss knows all. He can tell you anything about all of his workers, even adding in that one is a serial killer. "He is a serial killer, the one they call the Carpet Cutter, responsible for the mutilations across town. We're not supposed to know that, so do not let on. In any case, when Kevin Howard gets caught, act surprised." The fact that he knows all about his employees suggests that he is all knowing.