An Ounce of Cure - Response

The title means that in order to prevent future problems you must deal with your current problems. In the story a girl wallows on her past and feels horrible.These emotions only get worse until one night she becomes drunk through the use of alcohol which is measured in ounces. She uses alcohol to get back to reality.The alcohol is her way of cooping with her problems.I think they changed the title of the story because they needed a shorter title more concise title than the original also something more interesting because most people wouldn't think of an ounce of alcohol to be a cure. This theme is explored by showing how the girl thinks she is fixing her problems but in fact is just ruining her reputation in front of the town.

Happy Endings - Response

Margaret Atwood’s Happy Endings was one of the best short stories I have ever read. The idea is very inspired this story took you through a journey in a non-conventional way I enjoyed all the different possibilities and outcomes. It is very easy to follow unlike other short stories that may use a higher level of English than what people are comfortable with. This story is written colloquially which conveys the message of her story without confusing the readers with big words. It is to the point and extremely thought-provoking compared to other stories I have read. The story was very realistic in that anyone could pick it up and understand where the story goes. Margaret Atwood has done a great job with this story and I really enjoyed reading it.

The Vast Open Skys - Sensory Poem

The vast open skys fill my heart with roaring inspirations
As the snow crumbles beneath my feet I feel my dwindling asperations
hearing flocks of geese squaking
As we start walking
Tasting the crisp air
The smell is oddly bare
Oh the great vast of skys which fill my heart with roaring inspirations
No one can mask this sensation.

Creative City - Response

Creative City

to look, and not avert one's gaze;
that is where all the art is, the passion
and the city. people who do not look,
cannot see canvas, or poems or

notes for
happiness.

art does not begin with art,
but in the eyes. the eyes are everything;
when you look up at another,
and look away without a smile,

you have killed
everything you want to
bring home, oh citizen.

The authour of creative city shows us the harsh reality of life.
People walk on by without noticing the the art of within nature.
People do not care for others but only aspire to fulfill their own
personal goals. The author feels sorrow for modern day society and
how they kill art by not embracing that which is clearly visible.

In the Dead of Winter... - Poem Response

Poem Response
In the Dead of Winter...-By Christopher Warren

As I lay in bed that cold winter’s night;
I look out my window and see the snow;
I dream of the sun’s majestic bright light;
But who weaved this storm,
Not I, I can’t sew;

As I sit there alone, out comes my book;
I dream, summer’s past and the busy air;
I defy my great grief to take a look;
Now the skyline covered, layer upon layer;

I began to sum, I would go outside;
As I opened the door I saw but white;
I was shocked the Weatherman, he had lied;
I stood there watching, never such a sight.
I walked to the lake and to my surprise;

The banks were warmed by a blanket of snow;
It was unfrozen, my mother, all lies;
As I stood there in thought I heard, wind blow;
I walked about, heard the crunch of snow;

And saw the sorry state of the mighty trees;
Suddenly the sight of geese, fly south, GO!
I ne’er realized how I miss the bees;
Few tracks pollute the crispy, new white pack;

White caps of ice float, an uncharted course;
The heavy breeze picks up the natural slack.
Devastating ice, at the mercy of an unchanging source;
As I lay there alone I fell to ground;
The calming breeze made quiet the great noise;
And pondered the way my thoughts were unbound;
T’was as if I had forgotten all sense of poise;

What more can I say of that wonderful bitter;
Oh day of days in the dead of winter;

Poem Response:

I think the author conveyed his senses in a very emotional and passionate way. The title itself displays the creativity of the author "In the Dead of Winter" creates imagery so that when the reader sees the tittle they can feel how he feels. The author’s point of view changes as the poem starts he is almost sad and nostalgic about the summer past wishing that it would not be winter anymore. Nearing the end he seeks to come to terms with the winter he refers to the wind as being calming and referring to bitterness as wonderful. Overall I enjoyed reading the poem it covered all the senses even though not in depth they were portrayed well.

The Cobra - Rayner Mendes

The Cobra

Rayner Mendes

Cobra! Cobra! Slither slow

Through thy jungle the wind blow

What creature by and by

Could see through thy patient eyes?

Look further than what you see

Is this all you can be?

With which hands dare he climb higher?

To reach thy divine fire?

What the grass? What the snow?

In what valley did wind blow?

What the fire? Dare to pass

Through our eternal grasp

Cobra! Cobra! Slither slow

Through the jungle the wind blow

What creature by and by

Could see through thy patient eyes?

This poem is written in trochaic tetrameter

The rhyme scheme is AABB

The Snow which Blows - Canadian Identity poem

The Snow which Blows

The snow blows through the streets of the city
You fly through the air as twisted spirals of melting steal
despite their cold feel.
Weak enough to touch yet Hard enough to kill.
Warm enough for use yet Cold enough to destroy.
Snow what a wonderful yet schizophrenic element.
The duality of your wonders don't seize to amaze those who see.
For you are the only true free.
Today the snow flys away only to come back one fine winter's day.