KimberlyParker

"Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you've lost the whole thing." ~William Stanley Merwin

Is this a danger I see before me? Right before me I see thee, high danger. Can't you see you really belong with me? Really hurting me, you're not a stranger. You're fading away, slowly but surely. Maybe we just don't belong together. This relationship is turning poorly. I thought we would be happy forever. But that is just a distant memory. I think if you really loved me, you'd stay. You left me with the sour taste of memories. I was here, reminiscing of the bay. When we were happy, laying on the sand. Now, I lay in my bed, thinking of our past.
 * Iambic Pentameter**

I was raised by turtle neck, jean wearer Winter hater Dog loving Kind of Grandma'
 * Raised By Poem**

Some blonde think haired Short cut Goofy crooked smile "Come to church with me" Type of Grandma'

Some short and thick Small footed Polka dancing Happy spirited Kind of Grandma'

Some country lovin' Country, thinks she can, singer antique loving Rodeo going Type of Grandma'

Some high patient Mother of three "Good greif" When something goes wrong Kind of Grandma'

Some "Good morning sweetie" Lunch packer Walks me out the door with a "Goodbye Doodily Dew" Type of Grandma'

I Was Raised By My Grandma'!

From point A to point B you take me, With a single swipe of my transpass, everyday, you take me to school. I take my seat to endure a long trip of traffic and sudden stops. Waiting people at every corner waiting to climb the steps to the bus, as the bus fills up, people stand, move to the back, people are crowding, sneezing, coughing, it's getting hot in here, Can't wait to get off, Finally my stop, I reach up to pull the cord, It dings but barely noticeable over all of the talking, sneezing, coughing, and hot sweaty people crowding the bus.
 * Ode To Septa**

Her heart felt as though it was going to stop beating, The vicious rain clouds were coming to play in her life again, She tried to run, Run away from the storm, But this time, she couldn’t.
 * "A Rainy Day"**
 * By: Kimberly Parker**

This storm was avoided for way too long, She was stuck, Stranded in the stormy weather, The wind was blowing out of control, She waited for the lightning to strike her dead, She envisioned him walking away, Walking away after he told her that he was done.

The argument wasn’t stopping, The wind was transforming into a tornado, Her head was haunted with these thoughts of living without him.

The tornado was destroying everything in its path, It was getting stronger and stronger, His harsh words were enough to knock her over as if the tornado ripped right through her body, She was torn apart, There is no doubt that these open wounds will turn into scars.

The rain pours down harder, So hard that it is stinging her skin as she is trying to understand why he is leaving, She tried so hard to make him happy, She tried to stop the rain and tornadoes, They couldn’t be kept under control any longer, They let go, Full blast, She knew that this time, It was going to be over.

She had no more energy to put into stopping it, Her effort was lost, He took full advantage of her weakness, He struck her down with a bolt of lightning, Racing from the sky at the speed of light.

He set the storms lose, Like a wild beast that tore her heart to shreds, Showing no mercy.

She saw the storm coming, But arrived unprepared to lose the battle, He struck her down and watched with a sinister grin, As water drops raced down her face, They were not rain, No, They were tears, Tears of pain and grief.

He walks away with no emotion present in his face, His heart cold as stone, She lies there, Feeling lifeless and empty, The rain had stopped, But there was no sign of sun, All of her happiness had left, She wondered if the sun would ever come out again.

**Statement:** I honestly don’t enjoy writing poetry. The only thing I do enjoy is reading it when I am done writing it because I think it usually sounds pretty good, and I say to myself, “Hm! I really wrote that.” I’m better and writing poetry that I can relate to my life because I tend to put myself in the situations I am writing about. In this poem named “A Rainy Day” it is all about heartbreak and brokenness. It is a poem spewing with strong emotion; I just described the way I felt when it happened to me. Without inspiration and experience, I feel like for me, it is impossible to write a poem. Anyway, in this poem, there is no rhyme scheme or no patterns at all. It sounds like a free style poem that if you read it out loud, you can feel what the girl in the poem was feeling. You are envisioning her experience and you are able to do it because of the words I used to describe it. If I were to use boring, non-descriptive words, the emotions wouldn’t be as strong.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 * "The Road Not Taken"**
 * By: Robert Frost**

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

In Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken", he addresses the reader and is telling the reader about two very diverse roads in a yellow road. Frost makes these roads opposite to the reader by describing them, saying one road is calm and the other one is worn. In simple terms, he says that he took the road that was less worn and to him. Frost said that, “And that has made the difference.” Frost uses this line to wrap up his poem and simply say the road he chose to take made a difference. At the start of each line, the first letter is capitalized; this shows a new idea every line or a new sentence. There are five stanzas in each paragraph throughout the entire poem. The language throughout the entire poem is formal and proper. This shows the seriousness of the tone and reflects the true meaning of the poem. The imagery is very clear. You envision a fork in the road and it is easy to tell he is contemplating what road to take. The rhyming scheme is heard at the end of the stanzas. The rhyme scheme goes ABCCD. The author overall achieves a flowing collection of words.
 * Close Reading #1 “The Road Not Taken” **


 * "Bond And Free"**
 * By: Robert Frost**

With hills and circling arms about— Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. On snow and sand and turf, I see Where Love has left a printed trace With straining in the world’s embrace.
 * Love has earth to which she clings

And such is Love and glad to be. But Thought has shaken his ankles free. Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom And sits in Sirius’ disc all night, Till day makes him retrace his flight, With smell of burning on every plume, Back past the sun to an earthly room. His gains in heaven are what they are. Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused in another star. ||  ||

**Close Reading #2 “Bond and Free”** In Robert Frost’s poem “Bond and Free”, he again is addressing the reader and is describing feelings and emotions we sometimes hide inside. He compares makes remarkable comparisons like “For thought has a pair of dauntless wings.” This shows the character of that comparison, showing that it is determined and fearless. Frost uses comparisons, not to make it sound more complicated, but to disguise the meaning so the reader can make assumptions and relate to the poem. Frost set up the structure in rhyme schemes and similar stanza length. The rhyming scheme varies in each paragraph, which creates a unique feel for the poem because that is unusual to see. The range of syllables in each stanza is around nine, they are pretty much the same length. The poem’s craft follows a rhyming scheme of AB. The language, like all of Frost’s poems, is very formal and old-fashioned. The tone is very serious, as if you were giving advice to someone. The imagery is not very clear in this poem, the images are scattered and there are a lot of diverse ideas and thoughts floating around in this poem. Overall, this poem is flowing with emotions of fear and love. It shows a deeper understanding on these thoughts and he expresses this through his comparisons.


 * "Going For Water"**
 * By: Robert Frost**

The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill), Because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there. We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees, The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze. But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from the moon, Ready to run to hiding new With laughter when she found us soon. Each laid on other a staying hand To listen ere we dared to look, And in the hush we joined to make We heard, we knew we heard the brook. A note as from a single place, A slender tinkling fall that made Now drops that floated on the pool Like pearls, and now a silver blade.

**Close Reading #3 “Going For Water”** In Frost’s poem “Going For Water”, he is telling a story and is addressing the listener of the story, who is the reader. This poem is very simple and has simple lines and simple rhyme schemes. The stanza lengths are pretty much the same. The rhyming schemes vary, ABCC ABACDED. The poem doesn’t have a consistent rhyming scheme, which makes the poem sound unique. Each stanza has around eight syllables. It was written this way to create a flowing way to say the poem and to keep a good rhythm. The language of this poem is formal but it is not as complex as some of Frost’s other poems. It means exactly what it says and it doesn’t contain many confusing analogies or synonyms. The tone is relaxing, there is no tension in this poem and it helps for the atmosphere of the poem because it is very peaceful and simple. The imagery is the easiest to see in this particular poem because it bluntly describes the water and the setting. He reveals the setting in the first line of the poem when he says, “The well was dry beside the floor.” After that line, he just pretty much describes the imagery. It’s kind of like reading a story and the author is describing where the characters are. It was intentional that Frost wrote this poem bluntly because he wanted the readers to see what he saw in his head very clearly.