Blog # 18

To Be Free

After driving two hours to wilderness,
Sunset strives for one last shine.
And the eyes of the deer
Glow green with understanding.
They shield themselves from more prying eyes,
To hide themselves from me.
We step over the rotted log into the meadow
Where they assume no one will find them.
They stiffen suddenly, unsure of what to do,
Calmed it was nothing they resume.
They graze peacefully together. They are free.
There is no peacefulness like theirs.
At their habitation yet again,
They begin grazing away summer and spring in the last bit of sunlight.
I would like to touch the spotted one,
For it is the smallest one of the herd,
Resembles a baby.
He is gold and brown,
The light reflects the freckles on his back,
His big brown eyes capture mine,
I am lost in another world.
Suddenly I realize
That they are peace, they are free, how can I take it away,
I want to be at peace.

Blog # 16 Does poetry matter

I think poetry does matter to our world. Poetry is like an art form, another way of expressing ones self. Poetry gives off emotions. Through poetry you can experience what the writer is feeling or trying to convey. We may never actually know the intent of ones poem, but the feeling and the emotion is there. It's hard to write a poem that a certain number of feet or certain type of poem, but in today's world we don't follow patterns. Nothing is perfect. No one strives to be perfect. Imperfection and the beauty of finding what's different about our own selves, is what our modern day of age is about. Through poetry we get a deep understanding of the character of the writer. Through poetry secrets are revealed or conveyed, if you can figure out the secret. Poetry makes you think about life in ways we never had to before. This makes poetry a turn off for some, but others that love riddles this is for them. Poetry does matter and does have a place in this modern world. Poetry is alive. We see poetry and experience poetry in advertising, movies, and song. Poetry is like a mind it does not rest, you have to let out the feeling of what you are experiencing.

Blog #14 In a Meadow Far Away

"In a Meadow Far Away"

Tall and strong, silky hair, hidden dark grey blue eyes
magnificently built.