ABOUT ME

Hello. My name is Felicia McCaw and I am a returning student to Delta College. My dream has always been to attend college and get a degree and a good job. Further, I have always felt that if a person is willing to dream than he or she can achieve their dream and that the sky is the limit. My life has always seemed to be a changing kaleidoscopes of dreams, priorities and must-do that is a given requirement for me to standstill and fulfill these priorities. Some of these items and dreams had to be placed on the backburner while I continued to work…I am not a serious procrastinator but I have my times when I do put off as much as possible. I am a dreamer who has always wanted to be a writer… right now I don’t care what I write as long as I am achieving a facet of my dream and that is an eternally revolving sphere that is gaining time and learning as it whirls around. My life has always been a little different and I am using these unusual experiences to gain knowledge of who I am and why I was sent here and I am only trying to help others also focus on their dreams. Also, I feel strongly that God gives us our own unique talent and we must use them or not grumble if we don’t.
My interest in poetry is just one of the facets of writing that I wanted to explore since I had started just writing down a little of this and a little of that. It has evolved from the very simplistic to a higher level of poems that astound me because I thought I could just turn in my old drafts but now I realize that by taking this class I have evolved, evolved and evolved and I am just amazed and thrilled by the change that has taken over and reflects in my poetry. Also, not only has it affected my ability to write but it has made me think and know that life is true to you and will not lie and poets are the same way they portray their thoughts and allow you to roam and try to interpret them. This class has given me a dream and that is “Life as a Poet” is extremely interesting and I would not mind continuing to expand on my own and further gain insights and techniques in writing poetry and hopefully getting published since that would be a coup in my cap.
The first step was learning some of things that define a poem, what it consists of and how to approach writing a poem. This class also instructed the other students and I that poetry is not a dry subject it is the heart of a poet in written form. It is the life blood of the one who writes it and relays to the world unselfishly that they love, adore, share, cherish, care and carefully gives a small part of them in each piece they write. This is what this class has taught me and I feel that I have moved further and further from where I used to be and wish to evolve myself further and learn some more of the harder techniques which I approached with trepidation and fear. I feel that in order to get rid of your fear one must pray and then proceed ahead and do your best. I guess what I would say to an incoming person who want s to write poetry is not to be intimidated by the terminology but become relaxed and let the terminology dance around in your mind and see yourself juggling it around and say what is this that is attempting to scare me and say back to the would be fear inducer … it definitely is not you that is intimidating me…I can do this and I will and I will get better as I become more comfortable and more fluent in the language of poetry.
Furthermore, I came to the realization that poetry was used to woo the most beautiful of women and those that were not beautiful were woo as well because of the very fieriness of their nature and strength of character. It was then evolved by men authors to show that not only is poetry a reflection of love but it is also a reflection of the world and dignity, pride, characteristics of all written in full to reflect the world in which we live and to show that we are not always what we seem like a poem it has hidden depths and sometimes these layers has to be revealed layer by layer just like a man and a woman and you will find the inner beauty within. That is what this poetry class has taught me and I will never forget the lesson learned because it has evolved me in another way that I will always appreciate.
Thank you.
Felicia McCaw

WORKSHOP POEMS 1 & 2

WORSHOP POEM

The moon was grey and hard
Timeless past thru moonless pale fool
Former summer gleamer
A morrow is a still
Try as I may a cool summer breeze touch my eye seen
Mother tough hard soft
Father mean harsh mellow
Brothers not seen hard
Sisters young old senile
Cousins bright gloom happy
Babies bright flash
Nieces chatter box quiet
Nephews young old ageless
Group together fellow
Separate part mesh
Still creep the moon at night
Cold air chill soul
Tail donkey impossible
A forest field crossed
Family is a mirror
Centuries span and end in a brief second
Life is a string
Blood is to real
Faith is to clock
Newborn is to generation
Family is to directions
Directions is to meet

By Felicia McCaw


Black Tibeaus

I see before me life so true
Eyes agleam with mischief
Broad of shoulder he be
Slim of hip I see
Skin aglitter with sweet sweat
Hair curly as a rainbow
Black as the sweet night
Nimble and quick with flash agility
Straight and narrow a path he walks


By Felicia McCaw

SPECIAL POEMS OF THIS CLASS

The God Poem

Hard is a stone
Mercy soft as a hand
Give me thine hand
and mercy will I bestow thee
Ask me and I will lead thee
Follow and I will see thee
Look at me and I will Pray for thee
Love me not and I will forsake thee
Cherish me an I will keep thee and
bestow mercy Forever

By Felicia McCaw

CHILDHOOD POEM

Life is short and sweet
Childhood is secretive and alone
Eyes big and small
Mind flowing deep
Hands tiny, sweet and trusting
Love as deep as forever
Forms small and big
Tree to sorrow bright
See me love me until endless night
I am yours from beginning end

By Felicia McCaw

LOVE POEM

World turns each way, No place will I be allowed to stay
Flip this way and that pledge thou not, My mind is awhirl with all thoughts I see, I hear, I care not, My truest love I wait for thee
Turns, twists, obstacles have blessed my path, I wonder not why,
I found you not My soul hunger for thy sweetest touch
My love is aflame with desire not, See me, hear me, my world has stopped in one place, My mind has stilled with leaps and jumps
I see, I care, I hunger aflame with loves quest, Once my heart was ice and stone, Not it is what, Touch me love least I perish from starvation though I feast, Let my love not dry, See me, hear me, enslave my heart, Let not tomorrow be a folly twist
See me, hear me, shelter me in thine strong arms and let my
head rest against thine strong chest and let thy heart ring in my ear
Love me till tomorrow's yesterday.

By Felicia McCaw

FAMILY POEM #2

The moon was grey and hard
Timeless past thru moonless pale fool
Former summer gleamer
A morrow is a still
Try as I may a cool summer breeze touch my eye seen
Mother tough hard soft
mean harsh mellow
Sometimes not seen hard
Eternally young old senile
Bright gloom happy
Smart bright flash
Noisy loud chatter box quiet
Moon was old and young yet ageless
Group together fellows strive mercy
Separate part mesh bind and stay
Still creep the moon at night
Cold air chill soul alone
Tail donkey impossible
A forest field crossed
Family is a mirror of all who see
Centuries span and end in a brief second
Life is a string that has no end
Blood is to real as life is to mother
Faith is to clock that see a true mother
Newborn is to generation that sets a mother apart
Family is to directions that still aflame a mother’s heart
Directions is to meet as way is to sorrow
Life is to change as Mother is to stay
Eyes bright and full tears of what do
Sad is to night as laughter is harken
Strength is to eternal as flesh is to weaken
Age is to eternal as youth as to chirp
Hands clasped solace gained not
Lowered head lifted high
Back straight walk tight
Mind clear starry winds no hear
Harsh cold discipline not
Cool hot sweat tinkle from furrow brow
Lazy thought never conceived work endless toil a lot
Loyalty never question steadfast on degree a chart
Reading span attention exceed stars
People is to nectar and sweet as honey do she be
Help one help all is creed that is to life
Travel hesitate not see beyond drawn curtains eye
Paper is to writing as writing is to forever
Contentment is as a cup of spring water to a man who thrist

By Felicia McCaw

FREEDOM POEM

Winds blow calm as night
Owls eyes gleam fierce cold
Mass lights reflect a star made bold
Twinkling, rippling brooks laughing happily
Two lovers seek to be free
Lovers dance naked freely two
Eyes aglow with raptures delight the eyes
Sins forgotten through lovers quest although sins
Merrily spins the cuckoo nest of who fools merrily
Thoughts of fleeing this savage life uppermost in thoughts
Mind bogs with plans to be leave now leave fast
Life short fill with misery work
Till dawn until way after the sun goes down toil
Abreast a stallion we a teasing
Fly like eagle fleet of wind
Never return may not we
For death awaits they capture we
Love of air as tresses to free
Blink of eye see me never or not

By Felicia McCaw

The Journey Poem

Life began short
Toil and Sweat I began
Feet tingle I thee forth
Money I question not
Around I see that cannot be bought
Up and down the river I flow
Schemes and maps appear before my eye
Begin the quest deny
Kick aside protest do me
For passing this test blue
Makes a traveler quest two
Twinkle around on glitz toes
Many more will I see
Merry I go to lands unknown
Blood hot to not cool it yes
Experience this treasure of life
I free myself of all strife
Traveling, Traveling I go

By Felicia McCaw

LIFE AS IT MAY
(Sestina)

GREAT THINGS COME SMALL
SEA PATTERNS TURN AROUND
LIVE EACH DAY COME WHAT MAY
SAD IS THE DAY IS LONG
MORROW'S SONG CALL THE YOUNG
TODAY WE CELEBRATE A SUDDEN

LIFE IS GOOD AND MAY END SUDDEN
CIRCLE OF LIFE AND WHEEL SMALL
PROTECT AND LIVE FOR THE YOUNG
SAD DAYS MAY SOON END AROUND
YET MORROW'S DAY LAST LONG
BIG AND SMALL IS WHAT MAY

BY FELICIA MCCAW

SUNFLOWERS
(Villanelle)

BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET
GLEAMING FIERY IN THE AIR
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

BECKON TO ALL WHO SEE
FLUTTER WILDLY IN THE BREEZE
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET

TWIST AND TURN MERRILY DANCE
PETAL YELLOW AND MIDDLE SEA
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

SOLID AND TRIM THEY BE
SPINNING AND TWIRLING AGLOW
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET

LISSOM AND FIRM AS RAINBOWS END
SOFT AS A BABY'S CHEEK
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

FUZZY AS A CATERPILLAR'S LEAP
STALKS STRAIGHT AS A SOLDIER'S BACK
BRIGHT AND YELLOW SWEET
GOLD AND WARM AS THE SUN

BY FELICIA MCCAW

MYSTERY OF AN ENGLISH SONNET
(Sonnet)

Eyes of the sky
Crave the sweet sigh
Fly swift a doves cry
Foolish blink does her eye
Comes the fear of tomorrow row
Sad and happy days aplenty abide
Try as hard at today's tow
Each other has one to take a side
Mean cruel days fly free
Rob tomorrow to pay and end
But yesterday will always see
Lonely days may not seem to bend
Happy days appear always amay
Lovers blue no more but travel and flow

By Felicia McCaw

FLY BALLOON AS YOU MAY
(A special prose poem)

Balloon flying high in the sky, fleet of
feet they are of lovers quest running down a merry
lane they go where no one knows but they. Sad and happy
paint upon their faces they wiggle and chase a lad
down a narrow aisle of flowers sweet going faster than
merry go rounds twirl of gray and yellow. "Help" he
calls I cannot be a merry balloon I am not seen many
twirls a turns I will not be. Kaleidoscopes aglow in one
corner is to seek a sad and lonely soul to capture and keep
but not aglow a true wish. "Lie" cry the boy I have not
agreed to such a folly as then you see. Merry ways are to
much to be. Flap Flap goes the balloons to catch another
glee.

By Felicia McCaw

Blog Entry #4 1/2

"In Winter" by P. Hurshell

This poem reflects that the author can recognize something wrong at once and that no matter what the truth will be revealed in the turn of day. For example, it was a lie one day and the truth the next day when all was revealed. Also, that some find it harder to do right and that they find it more beguiling to err (do wrong) than to do the right thing. Further that the truth is not always accepted, but if the truth is upheld than the reality of life is truth and truth is life. Seek the truth and enlightenment will follow and walking a straight path of life reflects truth and there will never be any uncertainties.

Blog Entry #4

This Week's Assignment consisted of Reading two chapters in WW (Ch.11 &13), Reading of "Because you Asked", "Supermarket in California", BAP poems on Pages 62, 64, 66, 68 & 70, and Goldberg 112 - 148. After further reading in the selection "Writing down to the bones" this conveys more details about writing as follows:

"How To Be Eaten By a Lion" by Michael Johnson

This poem reflects that if you are in a threatening or non-threatening position than a person must stand by what they know is right and stand their ground against opposition and lies. Do not rail and rant at your fate but continue standing steadfast and be truthful, honest and hold onto your dignity. Although, life is different and throws many unkind blows sometimes these minor or major skirmishes leave pain and a person must realize the world and people within can be unkind but a person must still continue to stand and live upright. By persevering and living courageously this will reveal the true nature of you and that is you are a survivor.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory,

To Yahweh" by Tina Kelly

This poem reflects that God is the very essence of the blood of Christ...that he is the life fluid that runs through our veins. He is all that is good, kind, loving and normal in our life and he will carry us through the hardest episodes in our life when we stray to far from the path and light. His voice is the thunder and lightening and the harsh hand of discipline if we stray far from his path of righteousness. That he is the giver of food in the time of trouble and the book of knowledge. He is also the creator of Eve the mate and love of Adam. He is the giver of her to bring forth life in such a finely created form created she and he. He is thee that which release the soul into a newly born, the creator of music, learner of the unlearned, the one to whom we pray and the giver, forgiver and the lover of all, teacher of all, forever.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory, Metaphor

"What I Think of Death, If Anyone's Asking" by Maud Kelly

This poem relays that scientists are driven to ensure the quality and safeness of dairy products and the health of livestock. Intriguing to see the vision of them providing substance and life to the many and the hard work that goes in providing dairy products that one unknown and untutored would be surprised by the very complexity of what seems a simple task. Further, reflected the indiscretions of youth taking one drink too many and trespassing on someone's land and playing tricks on the farmer's livestock.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory

"Why do you keep putting animals in your poems?" by Lance Larsen

This poem reflects the author's appreciation to be alive and his/her prayers of thankfulness. Greater and small things are given thank for and what has been learned. Further, acceptance of who he is and that his happiness is leaping by leaps and bound is reflected. Also, the more problems that a person gets rid of the more a happier they get and feel reborn out of the seriousness of it all. The more problems that a person gets rid of the more a person hungers for new adventures or goals that makes a person laugh with glee at a new challenge. This type of relaxation or recreational activity relaxes our stress level and keeps us sane. Sometimes you just have to take time out, play and improvise.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory, Metaphor

"Open Field" by Phillis Levin

This poem relays that we as a people like to be viewed as an individual and judged on our own merits. Further, that we have the same right to be happy as others and have the same opportunity as well. But as is the nature of man some are criticized for being different, for being a changer, for being a dreamer and for being someone who wishes to just be different. Also, that plans of tomorrow can be made tentatively until made definitely and reflects the interaction of one thing to another. Further, that we cannot forget where we come from and always remember the bridge that carried us to our destination.

Abstract, Concrete, Analogy, Allegory