Do It! Objects

Objects Randomly Chosen and Where They Were Found:
Bedroom-Guitar Pick
Kitchen-Banana
Car- badXchannels CD
Backpack-Tissue

Chosen Object Description:
Guitar Pick- Yellow, Faded Turtle, Faded letters, Faded numbers, and Chipped at edges.

My Poem:

“On The Guitar”

A guitar pick that has been overused
like me in a relationship
where I felt abused.

It is mine now
but it was given to me
by someone with guitar know-how.

He carried it in his pocket often
just in case the time came
to try to get people to remember his name

like I wish I could do
but it is hard to remember someone
who is always outdone.

The guitar pick is a faded memory
not completely exemplary
and lost with time

but it made its point
in its prime.
It is chipped at the edges

like uncared for hedges
and one day it will crack
like my heart has.

It is yellow
a color that is very mellow
and even that has faded.

Though it is recognizable
when you see it
it has been gone for a bit.

With details hard to make out
you start to doubt
if it was ever yours

or if it still belongs to
the other who
knew what he was doing

on the guitar.

Do It! Ekphrastic

Image of “Road in Etten”:

Description:

The drawing is called “Road in Etten.” The artist is Vincent van Gogh. The people in the drawing look like they are feeling pretty low. The most used color appears to be brown. If you look close enough you might notice a lady in a gown. Her face is covered and out of view. She is facing away, the same as the man in blue. The blue of his jacket sticks out. Looking at the trees, grass, and plants, it seems to be in the middle of a drought or maybe Winter. The man with the broom has the only visible face. He seems to be sweeping away that gray dust/snow with grace. If you look further back, you might notice some red. Those are barns. One barn is fully visible and the rest you just see corners of roofs. Some of the trees are tilting like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. A couple of them have a rope holding them down so that they don’t fall over completely. These are pollarded Willow trees. They look as if their roots are above the surface and pointing at the sky. Only two people are talking to each other.

My Poem:

“The Road in Etten is Not Made of Yellow Bricks”

The Road in Etten was drawn by Vincent van Gogh.

The Road in Etten is full of people feeling low.

The Road in Etten is as sad as Dorothy when she’s in Kansas.

The Road in Etten is brown instead of yellow brick.

The Road in Etten does not lead to The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

The Road in Etten does not have a Lion jumping out with his claws.

The Road in Etten is dirty and being swept.

The Road in Etten is surrounded by trees with no leaves left.

The Road in Etten has some red barns further back.

The Road in Etten has two men wearing jackets of black.

The pollarded Willow trees have branches that fly high like Glinda’s big bubble.

The pollarded Willow trees look like they are afraid of the man in blue.

The pollarded Willow trees look to be anything but new.

The pollarded Willow trees stand still on the side of the covered woman.

The pollarded Willow trees are not throwing apples.

The pollarded Willow trees are not being cut down by a Tin Man in need of oil.

The pollarded Willow trees look like their roots are above the soil.

The pollarded Willow trees are surrounded by farm fields.

The pollarded Willow trees look as disturbed as a Scarecrow with his insides ripped out.

The pollarded Willow trees are not being barked at by a little dog named Toto.

It is wintertime on The Road in Etten.

It is wintertime so there is some snow.

It is wintertime so everyone has something on their head.

It is wintertime and the Wicked Witch of the East is dead.

It is wintertime and all the people are wearing clothes that will keep them warm.

It is wintertime and unlike Oz, it isn’t as bright.

It is wintertime and there isn’t a Munchkin in sight.

It is wintertime and there isn’t a man hiding behind a curtain.

It is wintertime and two men are having a conversation.

It is wintertime and there is no way of knowing what they are saying for certain.

It is the end of the road and the Wicked Witch of the West has been slain.

It is the end of the road and the ruby slippers, she did not obtain.

It is the end of the road in wintertime.

It is the end of the road and with the lack of birds, there was no chime.

It is the end of the road and the Lion no longer felt a need to hide.

It is the end of the road and the snow didn’t keep the people from walking outside.

It is the end of the road, but not the end of life.

It is the end of the road, but to Dorothy, “there is no place like home”, despite the strife.

It is the end of the road with only evil being beaten.

It is the end of The Road in Etten. 

Do It! Pen Pal Poem

My Letter:

Dear Mom,

I know you’re here with me as I write this, but not physically. It feels like you are so far away, but also like you’re right next to me. I don’t remember the moment that I figured out you had gone. Was I told, or did I figure it out on my own?  I’ve even forgotten when I started liking Spawn. I hope you can see that I’ve grown. I didn’t anticipate getting this far. My mind and heart feel like they are covered in tar. Darkness, heaviness, and pain. I know it isn’t always visible, but I constantly lament. Sometimes, my speech turns into strain. Maybe if I could see your smile, I’d be more content. Nana, Pop and I miss you very much. We wish we could give you hugs, kisses and such. There is definitely more I could say, but I’m trying to keep my emotions at bay.

My Poem:

Dear Mom    

I know you’re here

With me

As I write this

But not physically

It feels like you are so far away

But also like you’re right next to me

I don’t remember

The moment that I figured out

You had gone

Was I told

Or did I figure it out

On my own

I’ve even forgotten

When I started

Liking Spawn

I hope

You can see

That I’ve grown

I didn’t anticipate

Getting this far

My mind and my heart

Feel like they are covered

In tar

Darkness

Heaviness

And pain

I know it isn’t always

Visible

But I constantly lament

Sometimes my speech

Turns into strain

Maybe if I could see

Your smile

I’d be

More content

Nana

Pop

And I

Miss you very much

We wish we could give you

Hugs

Kisses

And Such

There is definitely more

I could say

But I’m trying

To keep

My emotions

At bay

Do It! 20 Things I Did List

“20 Things I Did” aka “I Flew Again”

I flew over the wall.

I flew through the extremely grimy hall.

I flew into the cave mountain base.

I flew out of the long chase.

I flew away from all things involving you.

I flew toward my crew.

I flew beside people who made me feel weak.

I flew slower as I began to weep.

I flew while listening to Neck Deep.

Again, I had found myself wide awake.

Again, my eyelids were struggling to stay open.

Again, I felt myself about to break.

Again, my day was full of constant of moping.

Again, I got stuck in traffic.

Again, my mind was all over the place.

Again, I resist the urge to say words that are graphic.

Again, my heart was beating at an erratic pace.

Again, I listened to the emotion in WATERMEDOWN’s voice.

Again, my smile showed as I began to rejoice.