Thanksgiving / Pie Poem!

Before I begin, let me just say, pie day was delicious! :)

Thanks-giving.

The laughter
The stories
The food--A feast
Are all my favorite,
to say the least

But when the day is done
And everyone says goodbye.
A bit of me lingers
on my reasoning of why

Why do we celebrate this coming of age
For every year,
it's exactly the same?

My family comes over
we eat, laugh, and play
and everyone always
has something to say

But this year it's my turn.
Today is my day
to say that I am grateful
in every single way.


I hope you have/had a great Thanksgiving, Mrs. White!
P.S. I dreamt about the Annoying Orange last night :(

The Snow Man

So Mrs. White, as I was about to post my Thanksgiving poem to get it out of the way, I was looking at my previous blogs and I think I skipped a week! :( I used my pass on the 7th and then I didn't post another blog until the 21st. I'm really sorry; I don't know how I managed to skip a whole week, but I'll make it up right now!

The Snow Man

I found this poem to be slightly eerie, but at the same time, very peaceful. I read it twice in my head and once aloud, and by the third time I read it, I had a very vivid image of a calm, snowy day. I found the first sentence ironically funny, since it talks about someone having a mind of winter...snow man's "minds" are made out of snow...har har har. :)

Aside from the joking, I do think that this poem was meant to be more relaxing and thoughtful rather than funny or witty. Wallace Stevens uses a lot of imagery to put a mental image in the reader's mind of the trees forming icesicles and of a blurry January sun. I think Stevens incorporates many senses in his writing, especially sight and sound. When he mentions the wind, I can just hear it in the distance on a cool, calm December evening.

"For the listener, who listens in the snow,
and, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is."

I feel like this poem is a person refelcting on themselves. Or maybe not neccesarily reflecting, but rather, just thinking. Here in Colorado, I love staying outside when it's quietly snowing; it's a very meditative and calming feeling. I don't know, I don't this poem really has a hidden meaning, but it's more about the sensory images. I can really picture myself in this poem. It's just a nice curl-up-with-a-cup-of-hot-chocolate kind of poem. :)

On Reading Poems to a Senior Class At South High

This. poem. was. awesome. :D
Honestly, when I first read this poem--picturing the fish swimming around--I totally thought of Dr. Suess. I thought of the book One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. I thought it was great because D.C Berry used such a vivid imagery to describe how these students are "diving" into reading these poems to their class.

"Slowly water began to fill the room
though I did not notice it
till it reached
my ears."

I think this poem shows how people go to a new place when they read poems--just how people say that they travel to new places when they read books. It shows how much people's worlds and paradigmes change when they read them. :)
What I don't understand, though, is who is the person narrating the poem? Is it the author? I assume that it's not a person that attends the class he/she is reading to regularly since he/she mentions: "They went to another class I suppose and I home..."

Well, whatever the case of who the person reading the poem is, it tells of how the students and the person connect through the beauty of poetry. I think that this is super neat considering how no matter what people's backgrounds and thoughts are, they can connect and make the impossible happen through poetry. :)

:)

Hey Mrs. White! I think I'm going to take a break this week from my blog, so this is me using my pass :D Thank youu!