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.

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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

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.

"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

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....

My own Ballad

“Live as a lie”

I didn’t open my eyes today 9

To pull myself up, only to fall for love 10

Didn’t think through when I knelt and prayed 9

And asked for a somebody to love 9

Didn’t know what I was getting into C

Sorry but love's just another word for pain. D

If tears can heal hearts that are in two 9

Then maybe I could return to…you, ooh 10

And as you’re begging for forgiveness, 9

I could nod and say, that it’s alright 9

(That’s how you live your life,

That’s how you live as a lie) 9

I close my eyes, try to fall asleep 9

A wet pillow is all that I can feel 10

I pray this Lord my soul to keep 9

Wake up to my life: (won’t you) tell me? what is real 10

If tears can heal hearts that are in two 9

Then maybe I could return to…you, ooh 10

And as you’re begging for forgiveness, 9

I could nod and say, that it’s alright 9

(That’s how you live your life, 6

That’s how you live as a lie) 7

But I refuse. Yes, I refuse 9

I’ll never make my way back to you 9

No matter what I do. 6

I’ll work through pain to live out the truth 9

Cuz tears can’t heal hearts that are in two 9

Believe me, when I say this to you, ooh 10

And as you’re beginning for forgiveness, 9

I won’t nod and say, that it’s alright 9

(Don’t wanna live my life 6

Don’t wanna live as a lie) 7

Emotion Haiku

Haiku 1

Day of darkest night

Moon blood-red—just say goodbye

All come to an end

--MeeSoh Bossard

Haiku 2

A broken flower

Ask her what her last words are

Quote: "He loves me not."

--MeeSoh Bossard

Nature Haiku 3

*Photography by Rosa Forster

"Haiku 3"

Bundle of warm fuzz

Huddle close, let’s share the love

Comforting lost souls

--MeeSoh Bossard

Nature Haiku 2

*Photography by: Rosa Forster

"Nature Haiku 2"

Outstretched arms of sun

Drenched in white and stormy blue

Capture me the sea

--MeeSoh Bossard

Nature Haiku 1

*Photography by Rosa Forster

"Haiku 1"

Open eyes will see

Shock of green on velvet wings

Steal my breath away

--MeeSoh Bossard

3 Question Response

- What do you think about people who are inconsiderate…

I find it hard to accept and just watch when people are rude and mean to others. I usually try to help out the person in need or say something in my defense if I’m the victim in the situation. I try not to take it personally when rude comments are made by others in relation to me, but I do make a point of clarifying what they said just to make sure I’m not misunderstanding their intentions. I’ve been in many situations where I’ve been hurt by comments that were actually meant as compliments or offhand statements, and I know from others and experience that misunderstanding between people are common. Sometimes, being rude and sarcastic is just a defense mechanism to look cool or fit in with others, but more often it can become a habit. As people are used to treating others this way, others also become used to accepting the way they are treated. I think to build a successful community both sides need to change.

- If you could give any gift in the world, what would you give and to whom?

When I was a little girl, my Christmas wish for one year was to be able to give a gift to Jesus. I never figured out what I was planning on giving him or what I could that he didn’t have, but I spent a lot of time trying to think of something up. In the end of course, I never actually thought of something to “give” him. And the next day (on Christmas) I was so caught up in presents and cookies that I never thought of it again. It’s surprising how looking back I never re-thought about this little girl passion. Every Christmas I’ve been stuck in stress as to what presents to buy and for whom, and wondering what presents I would receive. When people and pastors at church mentioned “Jesus is the reason for Christmas…” I remember thinking, “Oh this again…” Next year, I hope I can find something to give to Jesus.