Pie Makes You Fat

Pie is good
Pie is great
So much pie upon my plate
Chocolate pecan pumpkin and more
Eating pie is never a bore

When its all gone
And my belly is full
I sit
Glued to my couch
And think to myself

That pie was good
That pie was great
That was so much pie that I ate

The Possibility

The possibility by James Fenton is an incredible poem, and my favorite out of this packet. To me, this poem is beautiful and so vivid. I can feel what Fenton is saying, it is very easy to connect to. When I finished reading this poem in class, I just sat there staring at it for a minute. For some reason, I just felt that it was really well worded and it just gave me chills.

I connected to this poem, which was cool because usually it's hard to explain how I am feeling but this poem explained perfectly. I am the oldest of three girls and because I am, I have to take a lot of responsibility for a lot of things. I have to do things for myself as I get older. My two younger siblings need a lot more attention than me so I have kind of became more quiet in a lot of ways. I usually keep to myself and do what I can to help when I can. The lines that I connected to and saw myself in were:

I know this flower is beautiful,
And yesterday it seemed to be.
It opened like a crimson hand.
It was not beautiful to me.
...
The flower closes like a fist.
The possibility recedes.

I'm a pretty reserved person because usually, when I try to say something or open up I feel like I get shut down. The other day, my friends were talking about politics and I threw in a comment about my views. Immediately after I said it, my friend told me (in a round about way) that I was wrong. I just felt like what I had to say wasn't even valid. Like I had no idea what I was talking about. Needless to say, I kept my mouth shut for the rest of that conversation. Who knows, I could have actually made a really valid point but I didn't push anything. I closed right up.

I'm not quiet because I like being silent and have nothing to say, i'm quiet because I know if I say something someone will tell me that i'm wrong in some way. It's kind of difficult to explain why I like this poem so much. I tried to talk to my friend about it after we read it and they looked at me like 'okay...sure it's a great poem?' But I like it, I connect to it.

The Snow Man

The Snow Man by Wallace Steven was a cool poem. Honestly, the only reason I did this poem was because it made me think of winters. Winters up North, and I miss those winters. I love mass amounts of snow and up there, I was never disappointed in the amount of snow delivered in a winter.  I have made so many snowmen in my life, that this poem just makes me think of all of them and all of the time and care that went into making them.

The end of the poem is definitely my favorite part of this poem because it just makes me think of the peaceful and silent snowmen that weren't just inanimate objects, but they were listening and observing.

For the listener, who listens in the snow.

I just really like that line because it just feels peaceful and makes me think of a calm winter day. In the morning when the sun is glistening off of the snow and everything is so quiet and peaceful. I like this poem because it has such great imagery, I feel like i'm looking out a window at a freshly created snowman.

On Reading a Poem to a Senior Class At South High

On Reading a Poem to a Senior Class At South High by D.C. Berry was a really cool poem. I had to read it a few times though, before I fully understood it. It helps because I am a senior in high school so I know exactly how crazy senior classes can be. When there is a room full of kids that don't want to be there and are loud and obnoxious, it is extremely difficult to teach anything to. I liked how Berry made it into a humerus thing, comparing it to an aquarium.

After I read this poem, I did some research on D.C. Berry and found that he grew up with a humerus father, which is probably where he got his humor from. Also, he started writing poems out of boredom in church and went on to become a really famous author, which is pretty nifty. Also, I feel like he went to South High School in Mississippi, but after I made that connection I couldn't go check. We recently switched internet services and the new one is terribly slow and it's rather irritating. It took ten minutes just for this page to load to let me blog right now. I hate computers. My point is, that Berry grew up around humor, was a great student, and this poem makes perfect sense considering he probably went to South High.

When I read this poem, I felt like Berry was a big loser. Who names their cat Queen Elizabeth? Only a loser. When I pictured Berry, I just pictured a timid, nerdy guy who went to read to a high school class and no one really paid attention to him as it usually is and then he returned home to be a lonely recluse once again. It could be that I read way too far into this poem and that's the main reason I liked it, but in any case I really enjoyed this poem. Good work Berry.