A Poem I like

LA MER by Oscar Wilde


A white mist drifts across the shrouds,
A wild moon in this wintry sky
Gleams like an angry lion's eye
Out of a mane of tawny clouds.
The muffled steersman at the wheel
Is but a shadow in the gloom;
-And in the throbbing engine-room
Leap the long rods of polished steel.
The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like ravelled lace.

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/oscar_wilde/poems/11085

This poem grabbed my attention with the different way the sea is portrayed. Most of the time, oceans and seas are shown as beautiful and peaceful places, but with Wilde's fierce description makes it feel dangerous and uncontrollable. I also find it intresting that Oscar Wilde would right such a dark poem, he is most known to me for his witty quotes and his attempts at deep poetry. I like this poem for its simplicity. It's words are simple, the rhyming scheme is basic, and the picture he is painting is very vivid and beautiful in a haunting way. The title is straightforward, it simply means "The Sea" in French, giving it a feeling of connecting with more than the English speaking population. It tells what the poem is about, but at the same time, it leaves the reading asking if it is going to be a cheesy rendition of the beauty of the sea, or about nature, or of the creatures of the sea... The possibilities are endless. In the poem, Wilde uses alliterations and great descriptive words to keep the poem flowing. The inclusion of both long words with many syllables, and short, persice words gives it the feeling of the sea, flowing back and forth between the two. The word choice gives it a dominant, powerful feel, using examples of "angry lion's eye" "Shattered storm" and "heaving dome."

Collecting my thoughts

Ohhh boy. I have so much to do. My hand is absolutely covered in scribbles. My always "handy" (hardy har har) notepad is covered in my to-do list for the day. Going into senior year, I was under the impression that it would be so much less stressful than junior year. Thus far, LIES! College might be the scariest and most time consuming process conceived by mankind. For just today, I had to use the back, front and inside wrist of my hand to keep myself on track.

So I made up a little song to make sure i don't forget anything (sung to the tune of Old McDonald)

After school the play to practice
My Dallas Brass tickets to turn in

Find a ride!
Hurry home!
Grab that Tec Form
Turn it In!

So much to do!

With my Happenings Books
Don't forget Econ
here a math quiz
there a spanish quiz

So much left to do!

I've got flag football tonight,
counselor appointments

And College to get into....

(And that only covers the back of my hand)

Potentional titles

In my earlier entry I put the opening paragraph dealing with my coming to terms on the death of Santa, but while editing my paper, i came to realize something...It wasn't really that big of a deal. It never really affected my life all that much, and I really wanted to share my own personal chrsitmas experiences, not really discovering Santa was not who he claimed to be.

I chose instead to completely rewrite my rough draft about a new experience.



My new (true) story i would like to share about in a nutshell:



I was eating breakfast at a pretty pricey restaurant, (at least pricey for a teenager) with ten of my friends, and when it came to time to pay the bills, our waitress announced to all of us that this random man, who had been dining two tables over had paid our bill in full. Over two hundred dollars of his pocket money! He told us it was his random act of kindness, and that it was now our duty to pass it on. This is truely an event that affected my outlook on life's different situations.





Possible Titles:



Breakfast of My Champion



"You were hungry and i fed you"


Matthew, Fed on Kindness

Here Lies Santa

I've always believed my Christmas's were picture perfect. A soft blanket of snow, giggling children in Christmas sweater staring dreamily into fire, Christmas music pipped into all the room via synchronized radios... has only ever been real for me on the back of those big tubs of cookies my family passes around. My holiday seasons have dozens of Filipinos bursting out of every room, calling out to each other in a mix of languages, the elders speaking in their native tongue, which, except for a few profane terms has always sounded like a made up language to me, and the younger ones all in English. Tons and tons of children, high on sugar and the holiday spirit run around the house chasing one another, while the newborns get passed from aunt to aunt.
Ask anyone of my younger relatives, the best part of Christmas for any child at the age of eight had to have been Santa. I was old enough to think I had all his ways pinned down, and could manipulate him to get any present I wanted, but still young enough to fully believe in him. It was at this age that my very small world came crashing down of me, this Christmas, I was to experience...The Death of Santa.



I'm struggling where to go with my story. I have so many ideas, I don't know what's too much or too little or if I'm just jumping all over the place. I have so many details I want to infuse, but don't know where or how to put them in. I can't really tell if this sounds like me or not, or if its pretty bland with no specific voice at all, so any input on that would be much appreciated!

What are we doing in Mexico?

What are we doing in Mexico?

Ha. Mexico. I wish.

It's so weird, I can be creative when it's the most inconvienent times, ie. during calculus, but as soon as I sign up for a class like Creative Writing, I seem to get clogged up. Writing whatever comes to mind during a certain time, like last hour, and creating a mandatory, blog for me to let lose in, I never have anything to write, say or think about. I'm struggling right now to find the next word.

So back to Mexico. I've never been there, but I've heard good things. While struggling to think of a sweet blog title, like my buddy (computer world: Ajax) came up with a sweet name of, dun Dun DAH! Syntax of Ajax. That is sweet. I sat there, feeling a bit like a fool, and looked over my shoulder to see the long, perfectly messy curls (the ones that are all the rage right now) of one of my oldest friends who is currently located behind me. We have had this long obsession with comedies, and a great one to quote from, and learn the dances of The Three Amigos.
** SEE IT IF YOU HAVEN'T!**

That quote in particular was just so ludacris in context and great to throw out there to fill awkward silences (or if you're just looking for a good laugh or a trip down memory lane).
Two more min of blogging...

Hmmm.

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Oh Darn! I'm sorry cyber space friends, or Mrs. B, since I'm thinking you may be the only one to read this.

Time to Go!

Ta Ta ~Kas