POEMS - COVERS BLOG 1 - BLOG 5

Anthony Sweet

Mischief do I see Personality of a maybem 

Quicksilver is his thoughts 

Limber is his heart Tenacious is his nature 

To see loves chapel 

Money important not be 

Life good is eye stripped 

Blinkers gone to reveal storm 

Working bee must honey bee 

By Felicia McCaw

A SWEET TRIBUTE TO MY MAN 

O SWEET A THOUGHT THAT I COULD NOT SAY 

WHEN HE FILLS ME MY HEART DOETH CRY WITHIN

MY LOVE OVERFLOWETH WITH THOUGHTS THAT I COULD NOT SAY 

MY FLESH QUIVERS WITH CHILL BUMPS 

MY FLESH BURNETH WITH UNQUENCHED DESIRES 

FILL ME LOVE STILL MY THRIST 

GIVE TO ME WHICH MY SOUL DESIRETH 

LOVE ME STILL MY EYE 

QUIETH MY DESIRE 

FILL ME WITH THY FLESH 

BRING FORTH THIS DESIRE THAT QUESTION NOT 

By Felicia McCaw 

BUTTERFLY CRY 

Light as a butterfly 

I flutter my wings 

On every sigh I lean into the wind 

Then I cry 

By Felicia McCaw 

LOVE 

Be still O’ foolish heart 

Dare you leap and twist 

When your fate is so unknown 

You seeketh and searcheth but will 

Thou findeth what you wisheth 

Or will you fade and wither away 

For what thee seeketh is worthy of 

Few but seeked by many 

By Felicia McCaw 

SADNESS 

O’ such sorrow fills the heart 

Wandering why makes it stop 

Ceaseless beat, ceaseless twists 

Why must life be so hard 

And knoweth not why it 

Stoppeth not this ravaging beast 

Which devours the soul 

And leaves it bleak 

As night 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Foolish Heart 

O’ that my heart should go faint at the sight 

Of thine beloved face 

That my soul should weep tears of joy 

From thine nearness 

Hearken unto me O’ dove of joy 

That my love should flee thee not 

But that I should stand steadfast in thy petals of love 

O’ sweet joy that though is 

Leave my side nay 

But stay forever in my heart and love 

Today, Yesterday & Today Forever more may they 

I lovest thee now and 

Forever 

By Felicia McCaw 

CLOSE THE M.F.DOOR 

Every word a lash on my back 

Mouth firm 

Straighter I stand 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Chained Poet 

If a poet cannot be free 

What is he 

But a fool with a chain around his neck 

See not him but 

Hear his verse 

Sweet of tongue 

Questioning him not 

For far along he travels 

On a quest that he may not win 

Fallen from thine eye 

Tears shed free 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Poor and Wretched 

Poor man walks the street 

Bare and cold is he 

Feet shod in sleet 

Face cold and meek 

Life barren and dear 

Soul cold and weary 

Goal to survive is he 

Life toil heavy and deep 

Seep into his soul despair deep 

Mean are the people to him 

Savage and cruel are they to he 

Till death comes to free 

By Felicia McCaw 

Sirens 

Call I hear the siren far and near 

Who has died now or has trouble deep 

Below is a meadow with deep furlows 

To receive aplenty of those who sleep 

Sweet and low is it to keep 

For those who fly away and whose graver may never seep 

Fly away my dear and near one 

Least I come near and have no heap 

Torn and am I for their is no one to peep 

My love one was one to keep me on seat 

Sorry I am that no one carer 

Believe me sweet I live today 

For yesterday I have no Monday 

But sad am I that I cannot see 

My life is not a melody 

No music in life I have not today 

Far and near I cannot be 

My life is a yesteryear with you not near 

Nights aflame with sadness I cannot end this madness that took you from here 

By Felicia McCaw 

Prejudice 

Cruel a fate this be 

That tomorrow's man cannot be 

Nothing as thin air is he 

Regard for one as naught they say 

Look South and North Far and wide 

East and West Torn inside are those troubled deep 

Helpless to those as cruel 

Yield not a strong Steel rod he be 

Willow is to bend Wind is have no end 

Soon morrow come Free of this pain come soon 

Breaks again and again they say 

Proud looks remain is those troubled 

No one else carries the shame 

Others hate carries the blame 

Sorrow will be their game 

By Felicia McCaw 

INSIGHT 

Eyes open shut then open 

See a morrow's moon 

Far fetched they say is life 

Truth will come to you 

Rivers of pain ride deep 

Accusers heart will not seep 

Sorrow's heart gallop free 

Never to be ridden is the way to see 

Sun and gloom gather deep 

Thoughts are questing and flowing wide 

Mouths opening wide shutting 

Truth flays a person wide 

Step away from the tide 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 DOVES CRY 

Petals of loves joy 

Opening shyly they will 

A sweet lover tryst 

Meadows sweet beckons some 

Clasped in my lover's arm I see or hear nothing world 

Involved in life most secret nest

Tremble and sway my bones become nay 

I flow I tremble I quack 

Stomach pains me hunger fierce 

Thought of time have no meaning 

Pleasure so swift that doves cry 

Tears sparkle within my eye 

I clasp his neck like chain 

Trembles ripped my soul apart 

Hide no more I cannot 

Revealed my sweet sinful sweet 

Past times of the pleasure denied long 

No one with key to open door 

Revealed am I not to all 

Only sweet one can make doves cry 

By Felicia McCaw 

 Loves Quest

Such a man is he 

Defies the mold you sea 

Grace and firm he walks 

Makes my thought flight and roam 

Heart pound like thunderously chariot 

Loins quiver with lightening flashes 

Faint am I till I cry 

Resurrect me with thy kiss 

Rip my threads bare 

Ravish me and fill me true 

Lips parched I cannot deny 

Savage beat mating song 

Soul flys on hurricane swirl 

Same I never be 

By Felicia McCaw 

Crime and Passion 

Unstill Night Listen to the cry of the sirens 

What goes on now? Crime and passion fly with wings 

Thoughts unseen deeds cruel 

Mean as fire flesh and blood 

Lightening flash stabbing chair 

Cry inside my eyes dare 

Listen not please fall alive 

Hands quiver and shake 

Bowed head with sorrow's need 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 CITY HALL 

Enter the door dark, gloom 

Stricken with repetition 

What do you see? 

Reptilians slide around 

Hiss, Hiss they go we gossip 

Dark nests everywhere 

Intrigue and mysteries abide 

Trouble sport for all 

Vicious tongues flay all near 

Sin abound within the door 

Lustful thoughts flood the gates 

Mean and cruel they be to customer's fall

Co-workers beaten down and torn assunder 

Slap slap goes the whipping hand 

Evil looks at the fool at helm 

Ground his bounds they wish be 

Stricken with drought ugly follow 

Who would follow a fool like he 

Not I say me all agree 

Rot and stupid his brain be 

Not only him this affliction set 

Twiddle dee and dumb aplenty 

Caution to all who enter shy 

Before you bat your eye 

No eye left to comfort sight 

Enter quick and business conduct 

Flee with wings of Pan

Least quicksilver swallow 

O' City Hall why by cruel 

By Felicia McCaw 

 City of Saginaw 

City of nowhere seen 

Small and foul it be 

Black nougats abide crazy day 

Fumes of soil emit they 

Spinning around merry foul 

Crazed become all 

Forked tongues the way 

Batter and splatter all with virtue they do 

Slash crash comes the verbal lash 

Pain reverberate from a back no more 

Righteous anger fill pride 

Stand with sword hide 

See me not I come to thee 

Slick and cruel I will be 

Learn your ways I have seen 

Lesson teach you will be 

For God say forsake the fool 

May you lose your sole 

Keen of thought know sin 

Run fight retreat come again 

Finish this fools quest 

Maybe you see your least 

Riddle until the end of time 

I repeat not least I rhyme 

Look over shoulder fool 

Life is good and so is cruel 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 SWEET FELICIA 

Face round as the moon 

Eyes shade of liquid brown 

Breast full as a mirage 

Strong and straight her back 

Tenacious as a porcupine heart 

Tender as a baby skin 

Loving as deep as the ocean blue 

Secret as the deep lagoon 

Elusive as a dream gone 

Changeable as flicker of time 

Serious mein her face 

Thoughts fleeting and swift 

Predictable as future time 

Loyal as a clock set 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Stormy Monday 

Each day passes into gloom 

Old men passing along 

Shifting Kaleidoscopes flew 

Clocks tick tock back to back 

Worker sad and unhappy 

Conflict flew in desert storm 

Battalion grounds established 

White flag flew 

Run run fast as a dear 

Never return to desert storm 

Sorry a day came Stormy Monday 

By Felicia McCaw 

 BLACK SEBASTIAN 

(The lover of her life and soul) 

Hair straight as night rainfall 

Eyes hard predatory sherry 

Nose straight as green blade 

Lips full and puffs of cruel snap 

Teeth like strong pearls 

Chin carved and square 

Neck strong as pillar 

Tongue like a whipping adder 

Shoulders broad as tomorrow 

Chest muscled and carved 

Waist an stomach flat and trim 

Brawny arms strong enough to crush 

Hands strong and hard firm 

Thighs carved with muscles writhing and 

twisting with each step Impatient as swirling whip 

Growls emit deep within 

Conceit rich as cream 

Spoiled is he 

Calves splendid as flash fire 

Feet beautiful and free I see him in my eye 

Thought of him make me sigh 

Discontent fills me because it cannot be 

Eyes wide I look and see 

Blink blink I cannot believe 

Breath rush hard and heave heave 

Mind awhirl with thoughts that should not

 Plead with fate make it so 

Fear abound and twirl and roll 

Pride set aside as a foolish year 

Kiss thee and float on roses swift 

Touch him and I burn aflame atorch 

Liquid is mind and bones that melt away 

Jackass I used to be of famine pleasure 

Heels dug deep as ravine fathom 

Till I see he and my knees fail me 

Waves of crescendo hit me crash 

Hide and shelter I cannot find 

Flow with him as two rivers merge thunderously 

Passion's lure has caught me unaware 

Craves of hunger fill my belly pain 

Pain of pleasure run through my soul 

Tears sparkle in my eyes 

Eyes full of rainbow's of hope 

Love found I cannot but sigh 

Lost forever in his arms 

Stir me not for I cannot be 

Souls atwine never part 

By Felicia McCaw 

Sunday's Little Morrow 

 See my little KeiKei

 Why he come to me 

Fill my heart with grateful deed 

My little sugar come only to me 

I peak into his eye 

Clear, smooth deceptive gloom 

Naughty, smart, loving little pea 

True or not this little friend of mine 

Never foe just love he sea 

Trust and love receive he well 

See my little KeiKei 

Companion lonely not 

By Felicia McCaw 

Breeze Come What May 

A sad lonely breeze passed this way 

Seeking a small little hand 

Smile wide as graceful dawn 

Twirl little one twirl 

Little feet dance on air 

Small hands all aglitter 

Grace of this small one amaze 

Who belong to this little one sweet 

Mama and Dad proud of this blessed sugar bee 

All who see fall under her spell ocean wide 

Twinkle Twinkle little one on a breeze come what may 

By Felicia McCaw 

October 26, 2020 

To:  Sammie

 From:  Felicia McCaw

 I want to say that you have made an impact in my life and I will always remember the little girl who stole my heart and made it hers.

Loving you always and always!

 Felicia

 

Bend of Rainbow 

Color wide and flare Ripples of light reflect all

Happy kids dance around Merry go the chase 

Blue green yellow red 

Arrows flash through sad 

Trust compel mass around 

From end to end 

Bend of time rainbow cry 

 By Felicia McCaw 

Money 

Gift of all who seek 

Hard and cruel those without 

Seeked far and near 

Sad and burdened those without 

Life comforts it does provide 

Greed befall those connive 

Cherish it not least it run 

Love it above all crash 

Lust for it some fools do 

Bye money I need all no

By Felicia McCaw 

Twinkle Star

Little one little one who you are 

Waited for all eternity sweet one 

Arms wide open tenderly patiently 

Cherish twinkle forever more 

Rock rock on my knee strong 

Inspire my mind to dream 

Twirl and whirl I receive my one 

Kiss the little cheek soft spun 

Toss in air catch my bundle triple 

Little pearls flashing white 

Eyes dancing merrily soft 

Teach all my little star 

Keep safe as Fort Knox 

Click click goes little feet 

School school goes my little one 

Learn all teachers teach least I tear 

Twinkle star shine bright white 

Glow in my heart and spin freely 

Proud proud my lips grin 

Twinkle star help all 

By Felicia McCaw 

Music Free

 

Ever hear a melody's cry 

Black dots aplenty believe 

See how they dance on paper 

Trickle trickle a note goes 

Embrace the ear sweet as gold 

Soul dance and spin waves wide 

High and low soft and loud 

Fingers trail tenderly down 

Play the song of dots pave 

Yellow brick we all follow 

Heels click and away we go 

Thrills and chills slide down 

Music free for all who care 

By Felicia McCaw 

Photographer's Eye 

Peep peep in little hole 

Vision grace the sky 

Unbelievable sight I must capture 

Flash fleeting gone forever 

Try try I must capture all 

Greedy I am for all sights 

Illusion fool the unknown 

Realist see through true 

Eyes bubble as untethered stream 

Roam freely traipsed everywhere 

Universe my playground space 

Dance with glee I capture prey 

Thrills of elation fill me full 

My photographer's eye fail me not 

Sights unseen I need desperately 

Travel far and near I will go 

 By Felicia McCaw 

 Dreams of Sleep 

Rock a bye a weeping willow 

Cradle of arms I desire 

Peaceful slumber evade me 

Dreams vivid, clear and lucid 

Profound and deep I find them 

Rivers of ocean enthrall me 

Waves choppy and smooth dance 

Wakeful nights are free to all 

Next night comes slumber deep 

Peaceful dreams of sleep seduce 

No longer flip and flop condemn me 

Rest of night cradle as may 

Quiet and restful don't disturb 

My eyes slumber anyway 

 By Felicia McCaw

Blog Entry #3

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading three chapters in WW (Ch.6,7 & 8), Reading of "The Negro Speaks of Rivers", "Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town", BAP poems on Pages 21, 23, 24, 26 & 27, and Goldberg 75 - 111. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing as follows:

DON'T TELL, BUT SHOW

This reflects that a writer has to breath life into a story when expressing emotion. Also, that as a writer when installing feelings in your work - stay in direct connection with the senses.

BE SPECIFIC

Always be detail oriented and be specific always and realize that a writer becomes the subjects in his/her writing. (All at once and then now.)

BIG CONCENTRATION

This section deals with learning to concentrate by not being blocked and being open. Most writers are single-minded, focused and had to learn to concentrate and stay focused on the task at hand.

THE ORDINARY AND EXTRAORDINARY

A writer should look at the ordinary and extraordinary as a boon that gives meat and potatoes to his project. Always remember details, details, details are paramount of importance and helps make the writing flow easier.

TALK IS THE EXERCISE GROUND

A writer's advantage is talk, talk, talk and that is it helps find new directions and help defeat writer's block.

WRITING IS A COMMUNAL ACT

Writing is a communal act and allows others to participate in the process. Expand your conscious and consider all people's opinion and reflect them. Also, get together with others for moral support and let your fingers fly like wings over the paper.

ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS A MERCEDES BENZ

The goal of a writer is to disappear and
become the character in the story or whatever writing project that is being done.

BE AN ANIMAL

When in Rome do as Romans do - that is what writing is all about - merge in and allow the flow of creativity to take over. Also, learn to time self and try to establish whether or not you can write under pressure or with an actual deadline. Never give up - if you don't succeed try again until you do so. Bring it. Stalk the city for any and all writing ideas or whatever.

MAKE STATEMENTS AND ANSWER QUESTIONS

This sections deals with learning to make a statement then follow up with a question to obtain more information and data about a situation. Always make clear affirmative statements to keep on track and question, question on to find out as much as you can. Get on a higher tier -- let your mind roam and gather all the information you can get.

THE ACTION OF A SENTENCE

This section deals with verbs and nouns and how to use them interchangeably within sentences because these are the framework for paragraphs and eventually books.

WRITING IN RESTAURANTS

This section deals with writing in a restaurant and how this is a great place to relax and write. It is a little unusual but try to develop a rapport with the restaurant and you may have a perfect place that may alleviate writer's block or just be a place of writer's curiosity. Once a writer develops "writer curiosity" it is a state where everything will inspire him/her.

THE WRITING STUDIO

This place like every nook a writer likes to be quiet and not distracted. It becomes almost like a "holy place" where no one is wanted unless invited. It is the place where imagination takes wing and fly.

A BIG TOPIC: EROTICISM

This topic is probably where a lot of writers sit and decide how to approach without stepping over the edge. Dis- cretion is always good...know where to draw the line...keep specifics about topic and writing, revise later.

A TOURIST IN YOUR OWN TOWN

This section deals with how a person can be right in their own hometown and be be a tourist. But this can be reversed by giving the place you live a second chance and start exploring where you are and start writing about ordinary and everything.

WRITE ANYPLACE

Be comfortable, take a notebook with you always...scribble, scribble...never let a thought escape. Train and learn to focus anywhere, block out the noise and receive stimuli from anyone or anywhere. Test yourself and try different angles, different places don't let anything stop you. Write away and float as your thought and words.

2 1/2 notes on poems

Notes on poems

ROOFERS

This poem relays a clear reflection and not of what it takes to a do a roofing job. It gives great detail in visualization skills and reflect the duty of each roof. It gives a comparison of "shingles slapping the ground like a clown's feet" which is a clearly a clever analogy and gives it very credence and influence to the great William Shakespeare himself. "Great rolls of thunder, the roof of heaven cluttered with gods" are clear reflections of usage of a mix of hyperbole and a paradox. This poem reflects the author's love of poetry and his reference of W. Shakespeare as his mentor. It also reflects the workers know their job and take pleasure in doing a good job and know how to work in harmony toward completing the job accurately and quick. Author also uses a simile that states "the eye is like the Important God" which I believe means that god is omniscient and he further states that his imaginary world that he views is not real and I believe he has fear for the future doe his living in another world.

THE BOOK OF STEVE

This poem starts off with a misrepresentation that is known as a paradox. The author discuss the very possibility of the creation of Adam and Eve and further states what if this was possible, proven but not recorded and in the lost books of the bible He goes on to imply that maybe this is possible...no real evidence points otherwise. Concrete & Abstract images are reflected in this poem as well as the duties that had to been done. In the form is an illusion that their may have been some form of sexual contact between the ants or someone else hidden in the text and that Adam and Steve was in charge of the animals. Usage of similes are intermingled in the poem and reflects that with all situations their will be shifting of responsibility and complaints and destruction of books by others. It reflects that Steve was moved from the Book of Steve (given a helpmate that was not fruitful) and allowed to go to another quadrant due to a brief inference in poem and reflects the usage of similes.

FROM THE BOY’S OWN BOOK

This poem starts with an idea that a boy could defy actual time itself and that time is relattively of no significance to him. A student of nature is the child who plays games to test the force of gravity itself. Similes is used to reflect the nature of child who possibly has a very scientific nature enjoys doing his own tests on gravity while doing chores or in his free time. Hidden messages and obvious listed in this poem which uses concrete and abstract images and analogy to bring about a point that young do as young do although now that he is older restrictions needed. Further relayed that a person must walk the straight and narrow to receive and enjoy life's rewards of prosperity. Furthermore, although the young man daredevil games -- he stopped while his brother continued to his death.

A pack of cards is like a garden because they both serve a purpose - one to use in play and entertainment and a garden provides enjoyment, entertainment and substance to live.

Sealing wax is like a soldier because a soldier is trained to stand firm like a melted wax that evolves to sealing wax.

Man is like a burning candle because a candle burns and dwindles and so does a man who dies slowly each day and dwindles as times goes on.

THE GREAT AMERICAN POEM

This poem starts out with abstracts that brought no images to mind and allegories are being used to reflect the author proceeding in a narrative fashion. The author states that as in a novel a character and framework to portray a scene that would enthrall the reader to continue to turn pages would be needed. The poem is relaying in a definite tone what this artwork is about and that it is a poem that has a hidden agenda and challenges the reader to find out what is being written or being said. It reflects the author's wish to ensue a battle of wits ..of his thoughts vs yours with yourself and him in an imaginary room which will disappear after a few more lines. This poem and author is challenging the reader to confirm his thought on the scenario do you agree or not that through it all no one really cares. That the expectation of better things of life are needed immediately and the need for peace is a tangible as eating an orange.

THE SONG OF AMERICA

This poem reflects the issue of discerning right and wrongs done between siblings and the need of a child to not follow in their footsteps, accept the norms of society, to listen objectively, to view and analyze the need for war and understand that conflict between people will eventually resolve itself, become an educator and help those with special issues. Further, this poem also states that this child is being raised to help peasants overcome the stigma and affliction of a lack of a proper education. It also reflects that the child is being raised to keep chin up even though the hurt is deep inside and retain good morals. This poem also reflects how dangerous it is to see, hear and be in the wrong place at the right time and how important it is for that child to get away from people (bad factor) as quick as possible and to be truthful as possible.

This poem is a narrative format that reveals and hides but reflects the need for all parents to train and raise a child properly.

3 1/2 notes on poems

Notes on poems

FRUED

This poem is rather unusual with several contradictions. It reflects to me that contact has been lost with mom and that she has been tramped on, criticized by the younger generation and rejected by the son. Private thoughts in poem by author analyzing relationship (son & mom) based on Freud's theories.

Troubled relation between son & parents - indication of abuse

and son lack of wishing to put up with the abuse anymore.

Therapy received and reception eagerly welcomed.

Also, there is a lot of play on words throughout - unclear and clear - dad has been retired out of son's life.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory,

APPARITION

This poem reflects that traditions are being forgotten and norms discarded. Also, that as times goes by a person (elderly person) becomes apathetic and tired of trying to continuously fight and then life changes channels and meets youth. A refreshing change that stirs interest in life torn and almost gone but living true to his life the young man perceived as a country "hick" brings to life a strange thing that he has become the poem and the poem he.

Analogy, Concrete, Metaphor

HOW IT WILL END

This poem reflects the nature of man to be invasive and speculatory in situations that don't concern them. Indicated is the reading of false signals and poorly attributing their interpretations and then subsequently coming to an argument themselves about the scenario by revealing characteristics in each other that they dislike and the start of making it a personal vendetta against each other. Consequently, this poem just let you know that "a person's business" is everyone business.

Concrete, Allegory, Hyperbole

GETTING SERIOUS

This poem reflects that most people are doing a lot of soul searching (looking for salvation) which I feel the author or writer is doing so. The author's need for being right with God is tantamount an uppermost and is also a priority of other people also.

Further reflected is as we age we become absent-minded, forgetful, unsure and uncertain and also reflected is the author's past and present with good deeds done as well as questionable deeds.

Metaphor, Concrete, Analogy

BLACK SNAKE

This poem brings the image of a frightening scenario of a poisonous snake that appears from nowhere rippling, slippery with menace. Danger and sure death quick vile cold with pain is sure to come with bite. Also, this poem just reflects that no matter how secure a house is kept danger is always lurking around the corner. Further, relayed is that a snake can shed its skin - but will it ever change? Transparent trappings dark clear and yet the nature is empty like the author unknown, unfathomable because it reflects a difference each time.

Concrete, Paradox, Analogy

MacLeish vs Dickson - Comparison

MacLeish vs Dickson - Comparison posted by Felicia McCaw Sun May 16 18:04:06 2010

MacLeish vision on poetry in my opinion is that a poem can signify many small and great things. It can personify itself and manifest and be evolved to relay many intriguing factors of life.

Dickinson vision on poetry is to relay a secret message of how truth is perceived and how it can be relayed to astound and confound the many.

It appears they both approach poetry in a fashion to reveal that poetry is not based on fiction but is a true art form that is worked at and achieved, but still holds mysteries that have to be investigated and thoroughly studied to gain the full meaning of a poet's heart and vision of the world.

Discussion on Poem - "WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER

WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER posted by Felicia McCaw Sat May 22 19:53:37 2010

This poem reflects a subject who is a learned astronomer versed and trained and an associate to assist. The concrete imagery is reflected throughout the poem with proofs, figures, situated in neat columns, charts and diagrams which are the lifeblood of an astronomer's life. The very detailed and precision necessary in his profession is like having water in a lake. A lake cannot be if there is no water. Can it?

Also, at the beginning of the poem is a little sarcasm "learn'd astronomer", e.g., if he is so learned why does he need me to check his work. Further, there appears to be a streak of jealously relayed since the assistant or associate who had to check the work became ill for no accountable reason due to probably his feeling of not being acknowledged as a team player who contributed to the project.

All the time the assistant or associate had to endure the applause, applause the astronomer received whilst he received none. After enduring the lecture for as long as he could he left (to be alone licking his wounds) with a sense of being wronged and stood looking at the stars in perfect silence in the mystical moist night-air and peaceful quietness without having to hear the astronomer drone on and on.

These are my thoughts on this poem that sometimes in America although you assist just don't expect to get the credit you deserve also.

Discussion on Poem - "MENDING WALL"

MENDING WALL posted by Felicia McCaw Sat May 22 20:46:33 2010 MENDING WALL

This poem reflects concrete imagery throughout, maybe a couple of metaphors and is an allegory.

Starting out the poem reflects anger (reverberating under the surface of civility) as indicated by "Something there is" doesn't love a wall - whoever destroyed the wall is now known as "Something there is" now. The anger is cold, hostile but controlled and slowly seething to have to repair damage to his fence on a continuous basis. Diplomacy is used with neighbors to meet about fence but unknowingly to the owner of the fence...no one wants to own to destroying it by putting gaps in at will down the line of his fence.

This poem reflects a lot of narrative relayance of character and events in throughout. It reflects a conflict over a fence that will never be resolved because all his neighbor will state "Good fences make good neighbors" which is a little intimidating because there is no conversation just this repeated "grunt". The owner of the fence is trying to keep the situation light or lighten the situation with a little levity but is failing miserably.

The very motions of his neighbor is running shivers of fear down his back because the image reflects him walking with two stones grasped in each hand and moving stealthy around continuously grunting "Good fences make good neighbors".

This is my interpretation of this poem and it is clearly a problem everywhere in this country (America) of neighbor clashing with neighbor over their little piece of earth they own.

1 1/2 Goldberg Theory-week 1

GOLDBERG - THEORY DISCUSSION 1-38 posted by Felicia McCaw Sun May 16 18:27:54 2010 In retrospection of thought, I read the narration of Goldbergs' Book "Writing Down the Bones" and it gave a introduction that puts the reader on a friendly rapport and begins to direct them into direction of writing poetry.

This book helps direct you in the step of being a writer and what it takes to get there. It begins with there is no logical way to become a good writer only the steps in how to begin with an open mind and take up pen and paper and go and let flow. Writing is an expression of self and not a timed exercise...it is a way of letting the mind flow and go and let the pencil or pen follow. As indicated in her book practice, practice makes perfect or not...it is your continued effort toward achieving your goal that matters...will I make it or not...am I intimidated and if I am what can I do about it. This selection of reading covers what a person needs to do to take that intimidation and turn it around and make it a positive instead of negative and go for what you know and don't know.

Continuing on she states that one of the main aims in writing practice is to learn to trust your own mind and body and not be impatient and aggressive. Seek out many topics, try the ones that intrigue you first then go to the ones that interest you the least and learn to expand writing habits from the experience. Never worry about talent or capability that will increase as you get more knowledgeable and experienced.

Always strive and don't retreat but proceed and push further and further until your talent as writer increases.
Felicia McCaw

3 1/2 Goldberg Theory-week 3

DON'T TELL, BUT SHOW

This reflects that a writer has to breath life into a story when expressing emotion. Also, that as a writer when installing feelings in your work - stay in direct connection with the senses.

BE SPECIFIC

Always be detail oriented and be specific always and realize that a writer becomes the subjects in his/her writing. (All at once and then now.)

BIG CONCENTRATION

This section deals with learning to concentrate by not being blocked and being open. Most writers are single-minded, focused and had to learn to concentrate and stay focused on the task at hand.

THE ORDINARY AND EXTRAORDINARY

A writer should look at the ordinary and extraordinary as a boon that gives meat and potatoes to his project. Always remember details, details, details are paramount of importance and helps make the writing flow easier.

TALK IS THE EXERCISE GROUND

A writer's advantage is talk, talk, talk and that is it helps find new directions and help defeat writer's block.

WRITING IS A COMMUNAL ACT

Writing is a communal act and allows others to participate in the process. Expand your conscious and consider all people's opinion and reflect them. Also, get together with others for moral support and let your fingers fly like wings over the paper.

ONE PLUS ONE EQUALS A MERCEDES BENZ

The goal of a writer is to disappear and
become the character in the story or whatever writing project that is being done.

BE AN ANIMAL

When in Rome do as Romans do - that is what writing is all about - merge in and allow the flow of creativity to take over. Also, learn to time self and try to establish whether or not you can write under pressure or with an actual deadline. Never give up - if you don't succeed try again until you do so. Bring it. Stalk the city for any and all writing ideas or whatever.

MAKE STATEMENTS AND ANSWER QUESTIONS

This sections deals with learning to make a statement then follow up with a question to obtain more information and data about a situation. Always make clear affirmative statements to keep on track and question, question on to find out as much as you can. Get on a higher tier -- let your mind roam and gather all the information you can get.

THE ACTION OF A SENTENCE

This section deals with verbs and nouns and how to use them interchangeably within sentences because these are the framework for paragraphs and eventually books.

WRITING IN RESTAURANTS

This section deals with writing in a restaurant and how this is a great place to relax and write. It is a little unusual but try to develop a rapport with the restaurant and you may have a perfect place that may alleviate writer's block or just be a place of writer's curiosity. Once a writer develops "writer curiosity" it is a state where everything will inspire him/her.

THE WRITING STUDIO

This place like every nook a writer likes to be quiet and not distracted. It becomes almost like a "holy place" where no one is wanted unless invited. It is the place where imagination takes wing and fly.

A BIG TOPIC: EROTICISM

This topic is probably where a lot of writers sit and decide how to approach without stepping over the edge. Dis- cretion is always good...know where to draw the line...keep specifics about topic and writing, revise later.

A TOURIST IN YOUR OWN TOWN

This section deals with how a person can be right in their own hometown and be be a tourist. But this can be reversed by giving the place you live a second chance and start exploring where you are and start writing about ordinary and everything.

WRITE ANYPLACE

Be comfortable, take a notebook with you always...scribble, scribble...never let a thought escape. Train and learn to focus anywhere, block out the noise and receive stimuli from anyone or anywhere. Test yourself and try different angles, different places don't let anything stop you. Write away and float as your thought and words.

Blog Entry #2

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading three chapters in WW (Ch. 3, & 5), Reading of "The Learn'd Astronomer", "Mending Wall", BAP poems on Pages 11, 13, 15, 17 & 19, and Goldberg 39 - 74. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing it relays in relaxed fashion of how to start writing by just taking it slow and allow yourself to crawl then walk. The next session centered on obsessions and how to take those obsession and turn into a writer's project because you are already familiar with the project.

Next, it emphasized on using details and the power of details and how important they are when right...accuracy is always needed. The section on baking a cake indicated how important it is to gather all the ingredients and help them mesh together for a final project. Living twice indicated that writers have lived before and now they can compile their efforts into a finished project that they can be proud of. This section explores the writer's good figure and I believe that it means that a writer's ability and readiness to explore their writing talents will be reflected by their body posture and quickness to get those "thoughts" down on paper. Next, came the section on listening that is one of the most important details for a writer ... if you don't listen...then a lot of details are lost (Listening requires a person to be receptive at all times)

The next section came "Don't marry the Fly" this entails or makes the writer responsible for keeping his focus on what he/she is working and not to let attention wander. Next came the "Don't use writing to get love" this entailed just stay yourself always and be true to your profession and not get the "big head". The section on "what are you deep dreams" explores what is it that a writer wishes to accomplish and further explores this avenue. "Syntax" explores a different approach toward writing to get rid of our fortunate "writer's block".

The last section that I read was "Nervously sipping wine" this section dared the budding writer to reach out into absurdity and let rip with some new ideas.

My additional notes on poems

BLOG 1 1/2
BAP P.1 (Abstract)
They Knew What They Wanted

This poem to me is that "they knew" and yet "they did not". It reflects both positive aspects and negative aspects of life but touched on all facets briefly and reflect that with all humans we are viewed as useful for a time and expendable when our usefulness is at end.

P. 3 (Concrete)
Beasts & Violins

This poem reflects a man who unfortunately was invasive and read his ex-girlfriend's diary and learned her summation of his character and the reason why their relationship broke up. I guess he found his true worth reflected in her diary was a very small insignificant part and because he discovered how she felt he felt vindicated by destroying her written thoughts about him. He further learned that she thought his behavior was too controlling and this subsequently lead to the breakdown in their relationship.

P. 5 (Concrete)
Concerning the Land to the South of Our Neighbors to the North

This poem is rather interesting and reflects a rather wry, dry crackling wit. I read through all of it and was amused by his very flippant and rather attention grabbing style. It compels the reader to a level of I must "read the rest" level. Interesting approach.

P. 8 (Abstract & Concrete)
Ringtone

This poem reflects a possible massacre at a college university and reflects the utter devastation caused by such that the students who had been killed still had their cell phones and calls were still incoming but unfortunately no one would ever be there to answer again.

P.9 (Abstract & Concrete)
The Doctor

This poem reflects a doctor practicing medicine and of a patient and his reading his patient's ailments as a seafarer would read a map. Questioning, checking, looking and probing to find the endless quest of their profession to find the ailment and alleviate it.

BLOG ENTRY 1

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading three chapters in WW (Ch. 1, 2 & 15), Reading of "ARS Poetica", "Tell all the Truth but Tell it Slant", BAP poems on Pages 1, 3, 5, 8 & 9, and Goldberg 1 - 38. I enjoyed the reading selection in "Writing down to the bones" and felt it relayed many insights on how to a be a writer and how to express thoughts that a person may have. The book relayed many insights into the writer's personality and youth and it was very refreshing and like an introductory handshake or like a user friendly dialogue that helps develop a rapport with the reader.