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.
Monday, January 26, 2009
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.
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.
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