oh look...she's back!

but not for long. School has had me in a whirling state of tandimonium, so forgive me if my posts are short and few...

no more reading in literature class about a little girl named Heidi who tended goats--now onto higher things such as a man who bleached himself into invisibility and madness, and another story about a man who turned into a beetle--WHAAAT?



Here's my finished poem...


Can you see the Monster?

Its eyes are two black shipwrecks—
Its tongue is one blue wave

It rolls on without ceasing
Take all that you can save

It heeds no lonely lighthouse
To stand you must be brave

A child’s wail
Heard through the gale

The sailors quake in fear
Their doom is coming near

The water swirls
It twists and curls

And then…without a word

The wind drops
The storm stops

Gull’s voices now are crying
The frothy foam is drying

At last the sand is eaten
The final shore is beaten

Did you see the monster?

blase

I wish I actually had an exciting tale of adventure to share--unfortunately that is not the case. Nothing of much interest has occured lately, except to say that school has begun in all it's glory.

So, until happier hours,

I remain respectfully yours,
the wanna-be-blogger



argh.

No offense to Bria...

...but complicated poetry is just not my genre(sp?) Recently, I had to rewrite a love sonnet by Shakespeare,(for school) and thought I would share the original, along with the edited version.

A Sonnet by Shakespeare
(the original)
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.

(my version)
Is it your will, that thoughts of you are keeping
My tired eyes open at night?
Do you want me to be unable to sleep,
While shadows of you mock my sight?
Is it your spirit, sent from you
So far from home, to pry into all I do,
To find my guilt and restlessness,
The extended nature of your jealousy?
No! Even your love is not that strong:
It is my love that keeps me awake:
My own true love that makes sleep useless,
To guard you forever:
I watch for you, while you wake somewhere else,
Far away from me, while others are too close.

Did you survive?

I don't have time for ANYTHING!

• Except what's happening. *sigh* That's not a good feeling. I know it sound strange, but it's TRUE! Have you ever been so busy, doing stuff--even fun stuff that you enjoy, that you realise for a minute, "hey wait, I'm so busy, I don't have time for anything." It sounds strange, but for me, it's true. At least right now.
  
• Tuesday evening, I attended Inkslingers, a creative writing group at my library. I had a good time. Now I have to write a story about a thimble. oook. good thing that's easier than it sounds.
  
• Wednesday was filled with school, and girl's week excitement.
  
• Thursday, Z came over. Mom took us four kids & Z to the library, where I helped Z with a research project. The S's will be moving, and renting their house, so soon Z will be gone. She moved here about a year ago, and is ten years old. She shocks me sometimes. Her family life is very interesting, but a little...shall we say sad? Her parents are at work all the time, and she and L, her seven year old sister stay at home for hours alone after school, doing homework, watching TV, and listening to *deepbreath* rap music.

*ihatethestuffitgivesmeaheadache,butidontwantherto

growupanidiotsoigoovertohelpherwith

schoolandtrytoputupwiththestuffaslongas

possibleuntilmyheadfeelslikeitsgoingtoexPLODE*

Alone except for relatives. They probably have three other people not visiting, mind you, living with them at a time. Usually a jobless uncle, aunt, or cousin. It's depressing sometimes. Z and her sister see little or nothing of their parents, and it shows.

• Friday, mom took the 4ofus to the Richmond Science Museum. I...am tired.
  
  your friend, Mirta

(PS, very roughly Spanish for my name)