Halloween Quatrain!!

Candy candy in my bag

Running from house, like it's tag

Ring the doorbell, wait for treats

Oh no run! It's crazy Pete's!

Two Trees In The Fall

"No more.
I can't live in your shade."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I can't see myself anymore under your branches.
There isn't any light."

"You mean after all the fruit I've provided for you?
The leaves I've shed for you
You're just going to untangle your roots?"

"I need to replant, find new grounds.
I can't be your faithful sapling anymore."

"When the Wind knocked you over, I extended my branches to catch you,
You fell into my canopy, where I nurtured you. This soil is rich and wholesome--"

"But you save all the nutrients for yourself,
Don't make this about you,
I just want to see the Sun."

Poetry Terms

Rhythm: recurring at regular intervals, cycle
Rhyme Scheme: patterns of rhyme throughout poem
Alliteration: repetition of the same consonant sound at beggining of word
Anaphora: word or phrase repeated at the beginning of lines
Consonance: repetition of consonant sounds, not limited to first letters of word
Assonance: repetition of vowel sounds

October Seventh Two Thousand Eight

Love is like breakfast.
You need it every day.
It can be sweet and delicious,
It can be plain or absent.
Sometimes it is better on Wednesdays than on Mondays.

When you are in a rush, you forget about it,
you miss out, and you carry on hungry

Love is Loving Lovely Poem

The Kiss
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
-Sara Teasdale

http://www.poetry.com/LovePoems/lovepoem.asp?id=210

Mushrooms and Butterflies

I went walking

with a butterfly at my heel

the wind picked it up

and it caught near my wheel

the wheel spun to the ocean

and the tide took its reel

I stayed by the lakeshore

but my wound didn't heal

floating over the waves

a bird from brasil

I strummed a little faster

now what's the big deal

I went walking

with a butterfly at my heel

where the dandelions grow

and mushrooms so surreal

fluttered by the polka-dots,

turquoise pink and purple teal

let me in --

was the shrooms' appeal

took my wheels

to my next ordeal

will you stop walking

with a butterfly at your heel?

followed the tracks

to the river with zeal

the railway runs deep

stepping on steel

the train swims by

skipped rocks as i kneel

pebbles fill my ocean memory

leaves that fall, and fall to feel

I went walking

with a butterfly at my heel

a hankerchief on a stick

clouds drift hovering unreal

passed by a still dog

waving goodbye to his eyes teal

can't you see?

I WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL

sun rays illuminate the wings

of the butterfly at my heel

I have nothing to give

or eat with my meal

what do you want from me

the answers I can't reveal

hurry, take what you can

time, you can not steal

passion for the day

don't try to conceal

I kept on walking with the butterfly at my heel

it never deserted me, it kept me real

followed me to the swingset

getting high on swings

only thinking about ways to get higher

don't mess with these things

Butterfly do me a favor,

I wish to borrow your wings

catch me tomorrow

"try to" she sings

catch me by automobile

romance left,

burden right

"driver, I want neither left nor right"

out of sight

take me to the mushrooms and butterflies

I'm growing sick of alibis

swinging high

like something real

life's too easy up so tight

when my kite

reached its height

gravity, the one thing that keeps us on the ground

can't you see? I want to make you feel

Poem Review

The Summer I Was Sixteen
Geraldine Connolly

The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.

Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,

danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
we came to the counter where bees staggered
into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled

cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses,
shared on benches beneath summer shadows.
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears,

mouthing the old words, then loosened
thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine
across sunburned shoulders, tossing a glance
through the chain link at an improbable world.

1. Read poem three times.
2. I selected this poem because I liked the title. It caught my attention and I felt that the subject would be something I could relate to right away.
3. The title fits the work by describing the seasonal setting of the poem and the age of the character within the poem. It is simple but informative, also in first person.
4. Devices the poet utilizes are personification with "pool rose up to meet us" (1), metaphors/similes with "cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses" (13), and imagery throughout with insightful word choices. Like "bees staggered into rootbeer cups" and "pressed radios to our ears." They influence the poem by describing memories how the poet would personally remember them. They helo to get inside the emotions of the narrator, creating emphasis on the ways in which they spent their summer. The reader's attention focuses on the pictures and sounds the words create, providing the feeling of a lazy warm summer with time moving fast.
5. The tone of the piece is reflective, calm, warm, and nostalgic. The poet succeeded in creating this tone by word choice, such as "fern-cool," "low beat," "summer shadows," "blankets across grass," and "old words." Mostly, I feel the author reminisces about the past by the last line referencing the future: "tossing a glance/through the chain link at an improbable world."
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