Tuesday, February 23, 2010

ode to freedom

Ode to freedom

It is freedom
The one way escape
The gulp of fresh air
The spread of ones wings
That is never and always too late

The hope of ones choices
Free will in the act
If we captured a piece
I’m betting
We’d know beauty at last

When given too much
Like a sweet overdose
It just may overpower,
all other desire
and lead to, a crashing downfall


When given a little
Worse: not at all,
Suffocation!
There is nothing else
That can be said.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Blank verse

By MeeSoh Bossard


We know that things are never what they seem

Take you, take me; observe the flaming rose

Reach out to take her: beauty, when you see

And know upon the edge of which you stand:


Be it may a curse on which men lie

Temptation was not without its own flaw

To warn you, warn me of repeating allure

The rose too has a coat of blood dipped thorns


Perfect, pleated, pressured, and preserved

Yes sir, you too may keep a part love

In its light of unperfected trust

One sided attraction is all that ever was

villanelle

A1 People say that beauty’s found within

b Everywhere are models without souls,

A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin


a This world it takes us on a dangerous spin

b We learn that pretty is what makes us whole

A1 People say that beauty’s found within


a As kids we’re taught fighting won’t make us win

b But kids fight ugly through surgery : now outta control

A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin


a Tear stained eyes and hearts will be worn thin

b When all feel hopelessness in empty roles

A1 People say that beauty’s found within


a It doesn’t matter from where you begin

b Being what you’re not becomes the goal

A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin


a Unless self-satisfaction is to the brim

b In our hearts will always be a hole

A1 People say that beauty’s found within

A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin

Sunday, February 7, 2010

free verse poem

"Those days" by MeeSoh Bossard

Somedays you feel alone

The feeling of adventure and exasperation

Itching in every corner of your body

But with no place to go or

Anybody to turn to

You just feel

downright

alone.


Somedays we feel empty

Every breath, every echo, every moment seems to

Mirror our emptiness

So much so that we come to assume

that the sky would care how we feel.

As if the beads of water plopping

Softly onto the pavement are in honor of us,

Like the melody of sadness pouring from the sky

Was meant to be a harmony

To the pianissimo choir that runs down

Each of our cheeks on

These days.


It’s on these somedays

That we long for somebody to understand,

That we long for somebody to listen.

But on most days,

The only person we can count on to be there for us

Is ourselves.

Monday, February 1, 2010

"The Waking"--> Analysis

This poem is structured so that the following two lines are repeated: "I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.", "I learn by going where I have to go." I'm not sure what the meaning of this poem is, so I'm not sure if I can write a complete and accurate paragraph analysis connecting the meaning of the poem to it's structure. I think that the sentence "I wake to sleep and take my waking slow" means that the speaker of this poem is living his life only to sleep at the end of the day. He or she isn't living life to enjoy it; they are living life because they have to. I think that they are saying that because this line seems to show us that the speaker is living in a dream-like state. The second repeated line, "I learn by going where I have to go" really struck me because of the words "have to go." If we connect the meaning of the previous repeated line and this line, then we can infer that the person lives life and goes through steps of living because he has to. These two lines are repeated throughout the poem usually at the end or beginning of each stanza. This, for me, provided a more dreamy state to the poem. The way the poem ended with the second repeating line made it seem like the author wanted th reader to "go" too.

My own Sonnet

Title:
By: MeeSoh Bossard

When spring evolves into a blur of leaves

And through the trees all winds blow two and fro

I too, shall be here falling silently

Twirling, spinning, swirling: letting love go


As clouds of black and blue and stormy gray

Envelop skies of calm and joy and mirth

I fear that I shall have to go my way

To find a place for love and its new birth


All things will change into a set of new

New life, new chance, new breath, new hope, new light

Sometimes leaving is what we have to do

But scared we hold onto what isn’t right


For Autumn ends to bring us a new spring

The only time and place to grow new wings

Monday, January 25, 2010

Ballad response

A. The easiest part of writing this ballad was getting the meter to flow. I'm not saying this was easy, but it was actually easier than creating a rhyme scheme and figuring out something to write a ballad about. I think the hardest part of writing this ballad was actually creating a story with it. It was also difficult for me to create a rhyme scheme and try to stick with it. Because I wrote it to be a song, the rhyme scheme alternates depending on if it's a verse, bridge, or chorus.
B. I didn't consult any outside resources when writing my ballad. I never thought of using the internet to write my ballad...Or as an idea resource. What I have in my ballad is partly experience. The first stanza was inspired by a phrase that JiIn kept saying, which was "I want to fall in love! I wish I would fall in love..." I remember thinking, "Oh no you don't..." I'm sure I don't know what love is yet (i'm only a teen) but from what I know of relationships, it's not as lovey dovey and stories and movies make it out to be.
C. I think people write poetry for many different reasons. A reason that people might write poems is to express themselves. Some people write poems for money, while others write because they're being forced to for schoolwork (ahem. just kidding ms sayler~). I think poetry is more simple and requires alot more thinking than just writing a narrative. Poetry is deep and many people can connect to it. It's written for the person who writes it, and for others to connect with the words of the poem.
D. ....Um. I'm not sure if it's excellent word choice, but a phrase that I like from my ballad is, "I didn't open my eyes today to pull myself only to fall for love." I like it because it's ironical. The sentence creates a double picture of somebody waking up, and "falling" for love, as if love is a trick. I wanted to show that love isn't what any of us think it is....