Fear: A Poem

Is he here?

Is he gone?

Should i still fear

This shattered stone?

The life has left

His wild eyes

They stare eternal,

Eternal skies

Lies, deception

Deception, lies

From broken pieces,

To broken lives.

Oceans: A Poem

The human mind, a complex place,

Contemplating time and space.

Breaking down the world we've built, a

Stitched and sewn together, quilt.

It touches all corners of earth

and none; what remains when we are gone.

It creates nothing; all. Until deaths the one

who comes to call

And the mind's what causes us 

to fall.

Ice Castles: A Poem

Meet the Ice Queen.

She stands watching

with a gleam

in each glassy eye.

She can be melted,broke,

taken apart. She thinks

Its safer for her delicate heart.

You can see each breath,

feel each start,

all from the pain of

 the shattered parts

A little girl, she is inside;

and now she's built

a place to hide.

Endless Math and Wandering Thoughts: A Poem

I just want to go home

My flaming heart aches

for the shelter of eternity

my body shakes, squeezing

the last ounces of energy.

It goes on, seizing

all that remains. 

My being is threadbare;

an old linen blanket

passed down through generations

losing sight; losing hope, prayers

can't save it now.

I've become something

Different. A monster of sorts.

Lost to all that seek;

Unavoidable to all who evade.

I am not free, but not truly bound.

Gatsby: a mini review

The use of symbols in The Great Gatsby is both poetic and beautiful. When we are introduced to our main focus (though he isn't the main character) we are bombarded with images. First, or lovely narrator meets Gatsby's love interest, Daisy. Her name alone is enough to show us that she will be the beautiful and delicate flower among the brambles in this novel.  Jay Gatsby is himself a man of symbol. The manner in which our narrator meets Gatsby is informal and ever so enormously awkward. Many of us can relate, I am sure. Especially in the manner of being a lot younger than our protagonist expected, the reader is shown from the beginning that Gatsby is no ordinary rich man. He is a man of mystery and quiet ( or so we think) living. The rest? Well you'll have to see for yourself.

The Woman Scorned

I recently finished reading the short drama by Euripides , Medea. Medea is the ultimate woman scorned. She is married to Jason, the man who was able to procure the golden fleece. She helped him to get the fleece, and she had fallen in love with him. They married, and she gave him two beautiful children. But in our drama, we find her after she has discovered that he has married the princess, the daughter of the king of the and. This is almost a modern tale of a divorce, the anger, the fighting, and the resentment. Their children are found caught in the middle. Medea's revenge on Jason, though largely an extreme, is almost necessary and cathartic. She poisons the gift that she sends to the princess, her husbands new bride. The results of which are horrific when the reader hears from the messenger. The poison does not cause a quiet death, but one of retching and melting of skin. The disturbing image of the princess' father, the king, finding the corpse, and falling upon that body, sharing the poor one's fate burns into the readers mind. Medea, having heard this, proceeds to kill her own children in order to get back at Jason. Overkill? I think so.

Tuesdays

In the novel Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom details his last few weeks with his dying professor. His professor, though dying of ALS, decides to make the most of the situation, extending hope and love out to all of the people in his life. During his time with Mitch, whom he is still good mates with even after he taught him in the seventies, Morrie imparts many tidbits of wisdom upon him. This feeling of learning through losing someone gives the book a potent edge that not all books have. It is moving and intelligent, with a special way of getting readers to feel as though they are Morrie's student even though they never knew the man. I had personally never read a memoir before, and I can honestly say that my first go at the genre has impressed me. Morrie's perky attitude towards life, even in the weeks just before his death, drew me in. Despite the lack of intense action scenes, this novel substituted in emotionally intense material, forcing each one of us to face our own mortality that is the only sure thing in this world.