Full Moon

Sometimes I am so forgetful. (Birthdays are the worst.) I have a planner which I refer to daily for fear I will forget something of Importance, for my memory does not discriminate on what it wishes to forget.  My mind becomes so full; I can’t keep it all in order. So, as I drive home from a very long day with many things on my forgetful mind, I begin to wonder why the neighborhoods which are usually so dark seem so bright as I drive past. I finally pull into my driveway, and as I get out of my car I am again taken by the brightness of this night which is always so lightless besides a few street lamps.  I then look up seeing the brightest moon I have ever seen casting all of its proverbial light upon me. I am immediately stricken, stuck right to my spot. I then recall being told tonight was a full moon. I am unable to look away at this light being cast upon me, as the warmest of feelings washes over me.  I feel a presence much greater than my own and a feeling of hope for me and others, that even on the darkest of nights there will be a light to look too, no matter how dim, bright, or unexpected. My mind then wanders to things greater and unearthly before the cold finally creeps into my epiphanic thoughts and reminds me I am standing in my driveway. I turn going into my house with a smile as bright as the moon, and announce to my parents that they must go outside and look up, for it is something they must not miss.

A Winter Walk

Mrs. Schoenburn walked alone, as she often did. She was an old woman who had seen many years as was evident by the way in which she walked with a hunch. Not knowing whether from age, the cold winter walk her to her home, or the guilt she carried upon her back like a heavy rucksack. The ghosts of her past float about the dark night. The whistle of the wind and the rustle of the trees scream their enmity. Mrs. Schoenburn pulls her bag closer, her coat tighter as she faces the bitterness of yet another winter walk.

-Sunnee C.

Song Lyrics and Poetry

"Bella Luna" Jason Mraz

 

Mystery the moon
A hole in the sky
A supernatural nightlight
So full but often right
A pair of eyes, a closin' one,
A chosen child of golden sun
A marble dog that chases cars
To farthest reaches of the beach and far beyond into the swimming sea of stars

A cosmic fish they love to kiss
They're giving birth to constellation
No riffs and oh, no reservation.
If they should fall you get a wish or dedication
May I suggest you get the best
For nothing less than you and I
Let's take a chance as this romance is rising over before we lose the lighting
Oh bella bella please
Bella you beautiful luna
Oh bella do what you do
Do do do do do

You are an illuminating anchor
Of leagues to infinite number
Crashing waves and breaking thunder
Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger
You're dancing naked there for me
You expose all memory
You make the most of boundary
You're the ghost of royalty imposing love
You are the queen and king combining everything
Intertwining like a ring around the finger of a girl
I'm just a singer, you're the world
All I can bring ya
Is the language of a lover
Bella luna, my beautiful, beautiful moon
How you swoon me like no other

May I suggest you get the best
Of your wish may I insist
That no contest for little you or smaller I
A larger chance happened, all them they lie
On the rise, on the brink of our lives
Bella please
Bella you beautiful luna
Oh bella do what you do
Bella luna, my beautiful, beautiful moon
How you swoon me like no other, oh oh oh

 

Bella Luna qualifies as a poem not only due to the fact that it rhymes, but it also uses metaphor ("you are an illuminating anchor of leagues to infinite number"), personification ("a marble dog that chases cars/a cosmic fish they love to kiss."), symbolism(the beautiful moon describing his love and adoration), and parallelism("You expose all memory/You make the most of boundary/You're the ghost of royalty imposing love"). I believe Jason Mraz not only created a beautiful song but also created a wonderful poem.

Anthology Poem

"Late Ripeness" by Czeslaw Milosz

I chose this poem for my anthology because It represents some feelings that I am currently living with and a resolution I hope to come to as well, but hopefully not too "late".

Metahpors

Failure is a broken back.
Dissapointment is a black hole.

I have been Berenger when my friends began partying.
I have been Berenger when high-waisted jeans came back into style.

6 Word Memoir

Best years of your life, right?

Transformations Discussion/Response

28.) For most of Transformations sound is of little concern. However, "The Frog Prince" is an exception. How do sound and rythm contribute to this poem?

In this poem, I felt sound and rythm contributed to the cliche of the story, "The Frog Prince". I also felt in the biographical sense she was relating  it to the hum drum everyday of her life. The frog is described as a horrible thing that the princess soon becomes stuck with due to her promises with him. She becomes stuck with him going thru her daily routine, then even after he becomes human she is with him, living routinely. I think the reptitive rythm and sound helps her to portray this.