On the Pond
Ducks flutter,
ducks glide
away and back.
On the pond there
are some but more in,
that's a fact.
Little dragons buzz
their fragile
wings.
As they skim the surface
with the tune of a swing.
The fish dart
around leaving
small, and soft
waves. Though not
many on top those
below are more brave.
Little tadpoles
swim only in
groups, for their
mothers and fathers
were all part of the
loop.
At night,
When it's quiet
the loon always
sings to warn or
to worry
all together
in spring.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
An "incident" poem.
On the way, on the way
home.
A blur slowly moves by, not a blur,
not a smudge.
No,
A cat.
Not mine. Alone.
A cat smaller then normal, leaner.
A kitten, just
a kitten. Not kinder, not
Meaner.
I approach her slowly
and gently lift her up
of the ground and i carry her
home lowly.
I want to put up a poster and through.
But then i remember
She's the deli man's cat.
So i carry her back up the block
to one deli of blue.
I hand her to the deli mans's son but
he does not lift one arm nor two.
So I set the small cat on the floor
but what more?
She runs out of sight and they don't even
lift their eyes.
home.
A blur slowly moves by, not a blur,
not a smudge.
No,
A cat.
Not mine. Alone.
A cat smaller then normal, leaner.
A kitten, just
a kitten. Not kinder, not
Meaner.
I approach her slowly
and gently lift her up
of the ground and i carry her
home lowly.
I want to put up a poster and through.
But then i remember
She's the deli man's cat.
So i carry her back up the block
to one deli of blue.
I hand her to the deli mans's son but
he does not lift one arm nor two.
So I set the small cat on the floor
but what more?
She runs out of sight and they don't even
lift their eyes.
Incident Poem Response
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
and he was no whit bigger,
and so I smiled, but he poked out
his tongue and called me, "nigger."
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December,
of all the things that happened there
That's all I remember.
Above is a poem called "An Incident" by Countee Cullen.
This poem shows someone being incredibly mean and when you think about why, it's barely anything.
If this happened to most other people this poem would be a lot more angry. The fact that the author, Countee Cullen writes about the incident as if it had not happened yet while in reality it had, and even in the end he doesn't seem angry at that boy at all, he just seems to sort of accept it as something that happened, not anything that drastically changed his life though he did say it was all that he remembered. I think that writing about the incident was his way of getting rid of unresolved feelings and thoughts that remained from the day that it happened. You have to be very strong to do that and i think that most people would maybe categorize the people the same race of the boy that called him "nigger" just as the boy hated all black people.
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
and he was no whit bigger,
and so I smiled, but he poked out
his tongue and called me, "nigger."
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December,
of all the things that happened there
That's all I remember.
Above is a poem called "An Incident" by Countee Cullen.
This poem shows someone being incredibly mean and when you think about why, it's barely anything.
If this happened to most other people this poem would be a lot more angry. The fact that the author, Countee Cullen writes about the incident as if it had not happened yet while in reality it had, and even in the end he doesn't seem angry at that boy at all, he just seems to sort of accept it as something that happened, not anything that drastically changed his life though he did say it was all that he remembered. I think that writing about the incident was his way of getting rid of unresolved feelings and thoughts that remained from the day that it happened. You have to be very strong to do that and i think that most people would maybe categorize the people the same race of the boy that called him "nigger" just as the boy hated all black people.
Art Response.
The painting above is called " The Mulberry Tree" By Vincent Van Gogh. I really like how you can see the lines of his brush because he used a lot of thick paint. I also think its interesting how Van Gogh made the leaves so wavy because it makes you feel like your in a heat wave.
I found this painting by googling "Vincent Van Gogh" It stood out to me because it reminded me of the summer, and i have been waiting for spring to come.
I think the thing i like the most is the background, its super colorful and looks as if it goes on for miles. Even though everything in the painting is wavy it almost makes it clearer. It shows you that moment and that moment only.
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