Response

   In my opinion the poem we read in class called " My papa's waltz" was not about abuse. There were signs of him being drunk but no concrete proof that he actually was intoxicated. I think that waltzing may have been a metaphor for him trying to communicate with his father and there is something that he has to tell him, but doesn't know how to. And i think that's where there was a line that read " such waltzing is hard" But i have more than one theme or side to the poem and I think they may have actually been waltzing and that is why his ear scraped the buckle .... because he is little and his head is up to his hips. 

   The theory of it being abuse was just someone's idea there is no proof it was abuse just that waltzing may have been a metaphor for it. So the argument in class wasn't supported on both sides, there was theory but no facts, it was a weak debate with questions and possible answers that were thought up based on opinion. The poem was open ended and not to revealing. It showed enough to form an opinion but not enough to back it up. There was always an opposing person that made sense and took away from your opinion. So to write a response is difficult and will never be perfect.

Immitation poem of Don't take my Air Jordans

Stepping on the sidewalk with thumps of cracking snow
Glittery droppings of carefully carved snowflakes melt from the warmth of the bittersweet air
In one hand my gloves in the other a bag dragging on the floor
Hopping up with every inperfection in the fallen snow

My bag held some money and a coat not wanted
The wind rushed past my uncombed hair and withered away at my licked lips    
Chapstick stayed untouched in the pocket of my sweatshirt
I kept on walking past the blinking red light only to remember i didn't know where i was going

I knew that i would find something worth wanting but didn't even have a clue of with it might be
People in my life always knew what they wanted and knew how to get it
I only had half of that
I knew how to get anything I set my mind to but I could never decide what that should be


I knew i wanted happiness and that was the only thing stomping me on how to get it
So i walked
Past the Deli, the bagel shop, the schools, the jewelry stores, the shoe store, and the sporting goods place
Until i was happy with what i was doing


Only to find that the feeling in the pit of my stomach wasn't happiness but was the feeling of being unsatisfied

poem -- Incident

Handles gripped tightly

Hands sweating fiercely dripping on the heated concrete of a summer day

Wheels spinning faster than life leaving adrenaline lingering behind

Lanky man behind me slowly getting smaller as i roll away

Drifting as the hill gets to a flatten and the grass greets the concrete

The brakes are pressed 

The gears stop rolling

And the bike falls to the side

My helmet breaks my falls a small tear leaves my full brown eyes

And that's all i remember
Tears hitting the grass
And the grass sticking to my cheeks

Standing up was the hardest part

Response-- Audrey Hepburn

She looks back almost in despiration. Yearning for something long gone, something she hasn't had in a long time or never had. Her hair done up wearing a necklace looking like she was going to an event maybe she was looking for someone she was meeting. Maybe she was stood up or was looking for someone to not go alone. She definitley feels lonely and is looking for something feeling like she needs help.

response to starry starry night.

she excepts death, she welcomes it, and almost embraces it. It's not something she ignores or runs away from. She almost desires death, something she thinks of as an escape, instead of something people are scared of and feel isn't the answer, like she does. She finds living the scary part, the thing where she feels chained up and she thinks the only escape is to die. But not to die in some black hole, but under the stars, with a single black tree and a single pure soul being swallowed up to an escape of living. She is fearless and different she wants what she wants and knows how to get it. If she wants a beast to swallow her up into the night sky, then a women as brave as her deserves it,

Poem

Poetry is the sound of your feelings ringing out on a paper and tempting your reading taste buds
The sound of your heart beating through stanza's till everyone in the world can hear your thump
Poetry is the laughter in your heart , the glimmer in your eye , and the smile stretching across your face
The giggle that gives you that tickle that nothing can help take away
Poetry is the sound of chalk hitting the concrete drawing a hopscotch court
That feeling of fun approaching but not yet there
Poetry is that shiver in the winter, the heat in the summer, the breeze in the spring, and leaves in fall
The only thing that gets you excited for new things and helps you remember the old

                                                                     Enter Apathy
Enter Apathy
A fear you'll become some one not known or never shown
Enter a world of destruction and abomination
A life new to the ways of the past, But it won't last.
Drag yourself through hell and pain
Enter a world of fear and terror
Don't look back or loose your way
Enter Apathy
Exit here


The blurb of my book reads ; Enter Apathy, The title Exit Here.\

     The contradiction is so debatable which makes it a great topic for a poem. The idea is making you think and not letting you drag your brain across a sponge seeing that it is capable of absorbing information but not. It wants you to feel what it is saying. Because it is a sentence that has so much to offer. It gives you freedom to imagine what you think it means and it gives you direction of what you should be thinking. It's structured but limp, Strong but weak. But yet you can write an entire poem about these 4 words. Each one feeds into the other giving you ideas and imagery and a flow of pictures that race through your head, a million different possible things it could mean. But you chose one, this is the one i chose. What these four words meant to me. A story in and of itself but open ended for you to figure out.