14.04.03 Total Eclipse...Of the Heart?

     I liked the imagery and descriptions in this piece. There was a description of a hotel room painting of a clown. The clown's face was made of vegetables which was very odd to try and picture. Though I can say from personal experience that I have seen many paintings like that in some shady hotels. So, that description in itself triggered a personal reaction from me.
     Moving onto page 88 Dillard begins to describe a journey that her and her husband have been taking. Pulling off the highway to climb a 500ft tall hill. There is also another identical hill adjacent to the one that Dillard and her husband are currently on top of, where others are setting up their camps. Now, when I imagine this I almost picture a movie theater, where these hills are the seats used by the movie's patrons. This would make sense since they are actually about to witness a pretty spectacular event in nature.
     There is a comparison in difference when it comes to 'partial eclipses' and total eclipses. A partial eclipse is to a total eclipse as a kiss to a man is to marrying him. I thought this was a really clever and creative to have used this analogy. This same paragraph was very informative and interesting, to be honest I had no idea things like 'partial eclipses' actually existed. Overall an interesting read to experience and I think that it is a good representation of what witnessing an eclipse is like. Even though I myself have only witnessed one eclipse in my life.

14.03.26 Que Sera Sera - Maps to Anywhere.Bernard Cooper : A Response

     I read this short excerpt from the book by Bernard Cooper, Maps to Anywhere. It began with a reminiscence of the children's story of Cinderella. How she would spend her days sweeping cinders and waiting to be rescued by her prince. He used this to transition into how people will often accuse others of living to much in a fairy tale world. Their head is up in the clouds with their dreams, or it's stuck somewhere in the past. These people tell us to live in the 'now'.
     Cooper goes on to describe the concept of 'now' as a tightrope between history-past and history-future....and some people have some clubbed feet. I believe that this is a pretty analogy regarding this concept. We are all walking this tightrope and those of us with clubbed feet are more prone to fall back into the past or into the unknown future. Either way it can be very damaging to someone's self worth. Because often times you will have these people who seem to always dwell over their actions in the past, or be anxious over things that haven't even happened yet, and might not even happen.  Things that have occurred in the past are things that you cannot change, and the future is uncertain. I do believe that the only certainty is the 'now.'
     However, Cooper makes  good point when he states that "....You wish it was an hour from now. Or years ago. A fortune teller is not interested in predicting your Now. A psychiatrist is not paid to delve into your Now." Just because the concept of 'now' is the most certain it does not mean that people care about it. I think that this is because so many people are afraid of failure. Myself included. We dwell on the things that  we have already lived and wonder how we could have done things differently to create a different future for ourselves. We could have said 'this' and things would have been so different. We over plan for our future because we don't want to make mistakes in getting to our ultimate goal. But we do not care about Now.
     As the final paragraph on the first page of this story comes to a close, Cooper ties in his first analogy of Cinderella describing himself 'polishing his phrases on chapped knees, sweeping dirty words under the rug, and singing the only song that he knows.' The final paragraph of the entire story kind of turns the concept of 'Now' into an uncertainty. Cooper speaks of the end of the world and how it could happen at any given time. It could even happen now. I think that's a good way to end this chapter. It kind of sheds a light on how we don't really have control over as many things as we wish that we did.

14.03.20 The Samurai / Rereading and Rewriting - Natalie Goldberg : A Response

     When reading these two chapters I noticed that they were connected in a few ways. In 'The Samurai' I noticed that a common theme was "being honest with yourself in your writing." Often times as writers, we will one day be struck with an idea that simply NEEDS to be put to paper. Unfortunately, while it very well may be an excellent idea, it doesn't fit in your story! But, you just CAN'T let it go! When will you get another idea like this again?! So, you do your best to make it fit, and ends up just not flowing at all. As Goldberg phrased it "...Quit beating an old horse." This is something that I realize I also need to work on. I don't know if I am honest with myself when reading my own work. I might even be over critical and just hate everything that I write all together.
     After reading this chapter I moved onto the 'Rereading and Rewriting' chapter and noticed that, when paired with the previous one, it seemed to flow together nicely. When Goldberg said that it was a good idea to wait a while before rereading your work, that kind of took be by surprise. That is something I am not used to. Most of my knowledge on 'how to write' has come from my secondary education. In school once your rough draft is finished you are told to reread it and check over it for spelling, grammar, and other errors. But you are never given any "time away from your writing." You could also have peer reviews, which let's face it, in high school are NOT effective in anyway. Just to give an example, when doing peer reviews in class I would give my writing to someone, often times a person I that I was paired up with by my teacher, and I would awkwardly watch them read my piece. After "reading" my work this person would look up at me, hand me back my paper and say "it's good." And when the time came around for ME to read their piece if I didn't think their writing was up to par, or give them the same response they had given me, it would almost be deemed as being arrogant! A small critique as simple as "you forgot to capitalize" would get you a stink eye burning in the back of your head for the rest of the semester.
      I've noticed that when I can actually come back to my writing after an extended period of time, I am more aware of mistakes, and willing to make changes to sentences. I'll even cut out huge chunks of paragraphs and end up with an even smaller piece than I started out with. I become more honest with my work in saying if it is good or bad. Unfortunately when I actually write out of my own leisure time I will become bored with my story, and throw it in a folder and never look at it again. I have this thing about starting over when I try to complete something that I don't like. (I know I do this a lot but I'm going to compare this to when I'm painting.) If I am painting an oil painting for example, and I realize the composition could be different, or the color scheme looks off, I will scrap that piece and start a completely different one!. Someone else would think it was crazy, spending four or more hours on a painting, realizing you could change it and then starting completely over from scratch. But, it honestly doesn't bother me. I have confidence in my creative abilities I guess. This is the same with my writing. If I realize something could be changed to make it better. I will often times just start over! I think it's because I like having a clean slate, or a blank canvas to work with. It's nice not knowing how your work will exactly turn out. Even if you have an end goal in mind, getting there will be different every time.

   

14.02.06 : The Girl with the Blackened Eye - A Response

      My reaction to this fiction piece was simple. I was hurt by reading it. I felt my heart breaking. Selfishly I put myself in the main character's situation. I think that by not giving her a name the author allows any female reader to be able to fall into this character.
    My younger sister is turning 15. I thought about her while reading this as well. I always think about her. How talented she is, how much she has going for her, and how proud I am of her. I can't imagine something like this happening to anyone close to me. But, it does happen.
   Can you imagine being in a situation like that. I've heard of children being kidnapped, and they would end up developing 'feelings' for their kidnapper. To be manipulated in that way is sick and upsetting. Can you imagine that feeling of helplessness and uncertainty that you would live to see the next morning. You submit to your kidnappers demands because you're afraid to do anything else. It's sad, it's very very sad. Oates executes this piece very well. The description of the cabin and the main character's physical state really created something uncomfortable. You can taste the blood that was rotting in her mouth, you can feel your lips start to chap, and you get this disturbing kind of image in your mind; especially if you put yourself into her shoes.
     The kidnapper we can see likes to be in control. He picks up women and used them until they are dried out. They no longer please him, and since they can't do anything to stop him he goes to extremes to dispose of these women. But why does he keep the narrator around? What makes her so special? Maybe her assumptions were correct in the idea that the kidnapper did not realize how young this girl actually was. Perhaps he has a soft spot for children? She was submissive, and innocent. Maybe he kept her around because she didn't know any better to do differently. Because of this he was successful in manipulating her. As we can clearly tell by the situation towards the end of the story, our narrator is left alone with the stolen vehicle; keys in the ignition leaving a perfect opportunity for escape.
    Not only did our narrator justify her actions because she was physically exhausted, but she chose not to escape because she claimed that she did not want to betray this man's trust. Now when you think back to what this man said earlier..."I'm going to give you your freedom." You can't honestly believe something like that. He himself is probably the least trustworthy person in her life at this point and she chooses to STAY. What does this say about the main character? And what does this say about the actions of our kidnapper? I think that the narrator was so easily given a way of escaping that it seemed too good to be true. She was scared of the outside world now because of this man. She's disfigured at the moment, people avert their eyes from her! She has had no contact with anyone else but this man for a week or more. He has used and abused her to a point where she should no longer have any self worth. BUT I think the way that this story ends REALLY says something. This girl has come out of this situation alive, and found another man whom she loves and has married and had children with. This means she did not develop a fear of men, or a fear of people. Unfortunately, she has never told anyone else about her past experiences. So maybe, she is afraid of re-living that entire situation? Or perhaps she is afraid of involving other people that she loves? I know I can relate to something like that.
   Often times I will not express my own emotions/opinions simply because I believe if I tell someone it will make me into a weak person. I'm also afraid of disagreeing with someone. I hate to cause a conflict between myself and someone else.. I think that's mostly a self confidence issue on my end though.
BUT after experiencing something like that who's to say that this woman does not now have some issues with her self image and confidence??

Overall I believe this was extremely well written and delivered in a way that will certainly make you remember it.

14.03.05 : A Late Response - Writing Fiction

     Fiction writing is probably one of my stronger talents when compared to my poetry. However, there are a few things that we have discussed in class that never seemed to cross my mind in the past.

When it comes to writing fiction, you have so much creative freedom. You create your own characters, their setting, their problems, and even their solutions. In the past whenever I would come up with a story, I would always start off knowing how it was going to end. Because of this I feel that I always seemed to rush through my work just to have the satisfaction of reaching this idealized ending that I would constantly be thinking of. I didn't take time to develop any characters, or create any original scenery. My characters would always have some unique name and maybe a defining sort of 'characteristic' that I would make completely obvious to the reader. I remember in one story that I wrote I really wanted one of my awkward male characters to always sprinkle fish flakes on his ice cream. I don't know what in the world possessed me to imagine a character like that, but I have never seen that done before.
     In my head I always wanted my stories to be different, but most of the time my dialogue would sound too forced, or my plot just wouldn't go anywhere and more often than not I would give up on the story before I even made it past the exposition. After reading 'Writing Down the Bones' I have become more aware of the tools I can use to create a more successful work of fiction.
     I believe that stories are driven by the characters and their interactions with others and their surroundings. A character's personality affects their actions and thus creates separate situations depending on the type of person that they are. We discussed in class how Goldberg explains the 'art' of character development. She explains how you should think of each character owning an acre of land. You can tell a lot about a person by how they take care of their property. Imagine how this person's house is built. What kind of things do they have in their yard? How's their landscaping? These were kinds of things that I never ever would have thought about in the past. You need to imagine your characters as actual people. Sure you know how you want your character to look, and what kind of personality you'd like them to have, but do you really know them? If you think of it in a way that can be applied to real life....When you see a stranger on the street, you make a predetermined judgement of them. As sad as that is to say it's true. You see a woman covered with tattoos and piercings pushing a small child in a shopping cart at the local grocery store you may think that she's not a good example for that child...BUT you do not know her. You do not know what her home life is like or why she has those tattoos, or why she decided to color her hair green. We all come from different walks of life and our actions have a purpose. So, it's important to think of these things even when creating someone that doesn't exist.

14.02.12 Fiction Packet - Wallet by Allen Woodman : A Response

   I thought that this short story was lighthearted in nature and enjoyable to read. There wasn't too much dwelling on the description contained within the piece. Though the descriptions used were done so in an effective way to create a reaction from the reader.(Me) There also wasn't an over use of metaphor the way I have grown accustomed to, after reading so much poetry.

   The concept of catching a criminal in the act reminds me of those 'bait car' television shows that you see on 'truTV' every once and a while. The police officers will set up a vehicle to make it appear to be unattended with the keys left inside. Sometimes the door is even left open! Now if I was a criminal looking to perform an act such as stealing a car, I don't think that it would be that easy. In this short story a 'bait wallet' is created to entice the criminal to steal from this seventy year old man once again. 

   The very idea of stuffing the said wallet with expired coupons, losing lottery tickets and fortunes you pull out of fortune cookies gives a good description of how a 'bait wallet' such as this would look and feel. I imagine they gathered an older wallet just for the sake of making the situation appear to be more 'realistic.' The folds in the wallet have been worn due to age. It's stuffed almost too large to fit into this old man's back pocket. You can see the stress being put on the leather, since it has never been filled this full before. It's contents are peeking over the edges beckoning the curious to come and take a look. This is the kind of image that I was given by reading just the description itself in the story. 

   Towards the final paragraphs I began to feel slightly confused. I'm not quite sure why, but I will explain. 

I loved the image created of the author's father as he carefully browses through the department store. He is fumbling around on purpose. Acting 'feeble' and over the top so he can draw attention to himself and the contents in his back pocket. It's a humorous scene to imagine. Now, when the elderly man reaches down to pick up what he has dropped from the store shelves, the thief takes action. To his dismay, by standers are quick to take action as well. This to me was sort of interesting because in my mind I envisioned the entire 'population' of the department store had completely enveloped this thief in their rage regarding his immoral actions. Finally the old man makes a run for it before the store clerk can even discover that the wallet was indeed a decoy. The story then cuts to the diabolical duo of father and son as they make their get away. THIS is where I became slightly confused. What were these two trying to get away from? I wasn't sure. At first I simply thought these two were just in a whirl of excitement that they themselves had caught this criminal red handed. And that was enough for them. I then begin to think...While the attention of everyone else was averted toward the thief in question, whose eyes were on the elderly man? Had he himself slipped a few store products into his now empty pockets and was able to make a quick get away because no one would suspect such a feeble old man for committing an act of thievery. He was successful in fooling everyone into believing that the man who made attempts to steal a wallet from a weak old man was the worse criminal than he was. 

   Perhaps the hero of our story is in fact the very criminal we are trying to capture. 

14.02.05 City Eclogue - Beauty's Standing pg 37 : A Response

   Ed Roberson's collection of writings overall is something that I consider to be very interesting. He uses very visual descriptions to place the reader into the setting that he is trying to convey. These visual descriptions are what give the writing the ability to immerse its readers.

Sequoia Tree<3

    I was torn between two poems that I wanted to reflect on. The first was a poem was titled Sequoia sempervirens. The first reason I had chosen this poem was because simply the word Sequoia has a special place in my heart and has always provoked fonder memories in my mind.
The reason being for this is because a couple of years ago I was crowned as the 'queen' of my hometown. (Where I am from 18 year old girls are encouraged to compete as representatives of their hometowns) If you are selected as your town's representative then you are awarded a scholarship for college. Being your town's representative also allows you to travel and meet many new people.

Mr. and Miss Coloma 2012 (THAT'S ME!! :)))

 I was lucky enough to meet a lovely woman. I won't reveal her full name just for the sake of privacy. But her  middle name was Sequoia. (I know you were probably wondering where I was going with all of this huh!?) I believe her mother found the tree to be beautiful and thought it fit to incorporate into her daughter's name. She was one of the most memorable and genuine people I have come to know; and anytime I think of, or hear the word 'Sequoia' I think of her and the memories that I have made because of her. So due to my previous experiences, the piece that's entitled Sequoia is going to grab hold of my attention. The piece that I had ended up going with was entitled Beauty's Standing. (pg37)
   This piece spoke to me in different ways. The title itself to me is an important component in this particular piece. (Not just because it's the title.) But because the word 'beauty' is given the potential for possession. If that makes sense? Normally one would not put an apostrophe -s after the word beauty. That is unless you happen to be the second grade version of myself. (Back then I had no idea what the apostrophe was for and simply used it anytime there was use of a plural noun) But for the title of this poem Beauty's Standing, this is implying that beauty itself has its own standing on something. OR it could mean that beauty IS standing ON something? I'm not quite sure, but I believe that my first assumption makes more sense. Within the first two stanzas I notice Roberson somewhat creating a connection. Now what do I mean by that?
Well...
"Only eye lives in this
no place anything else can
come to rest on

Chairs sit in visual positions
proposing your sight
on the room as beautiful"

   I'm not sure if my train of thought is too strange to understand, but the way the first stanza ends with 'come to rest on' and the second stanza begins with 'chairs' I wonder if that was done purposefully. When I think of taking a rest, I envision a chair or a bed of sorts. Just thinking about it could allow my shoulders to loosen, and perhaps not be so tense. I think that this creates a vision of a full room. There is nowhere to sit, or even allow your eyes to rest. Perhaps there is too much beauty filling the room. Much like many of our grandparents with their antique furniture and floral wallpaper...it's too much to look at. Your eyes find it difficult to rest in one spot for a long period of time because there is so much to take in.
Even when Roberson says "...in visual positions proposing your sight on the room as beautiful."This is also a play on composition and/or arrangement. We arrange our furniture in the most 'appealing' way possible so that we can invite guests into our homes. We create works of art in order to capture the viewer's/buyer's attention. AND we photo shop magazine ads in order to gain profit from our products.
   Moving onto another eye catching segment of this piece. I noticed that a particular stanza was spaced in a very odd fashion.

"A practical place to sit
cities      cities the always where
      cities have been"

I took note that there were three mentions of the word 'cities.' Every mentioning of the word, when placed together, forms into an 'upside down' triangular shape. I'm not quite sure why this is, but it caught my attention and seemed to be interesting to me. It is uncertain that this was also done purposefully, but it seems that most of the peculiar spacing throughout this poem appears as intentional.

This piece to me is taking a stand on what is considered beautiful, and what the onlookers deem to be so. Perhaps a tip of the hat to the old saying of 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder?'
All in all, this piece stood out to me and I found it enjoyable to read.

14.01.29 Emily Dickinson - 374 (928) : A Response

    I read through all of the Emily Dickinson sonnets that were featured in this second packet. While this is not my favorite one, her work never fails to impress. The first thing that I noticed about this particular piece was that there were many odd words that had been capitalized. Whether or not this was done purposefully I am not sure. But, part of me believes that this serves as a purpose for this sonnet.
On a whim I took all of the capitalized words in this piece and placed them in order to see if it made any sense.
I came up with the following.

The Heart Banks
It Sea Bass
And Blue Monotony
Till Hurricane
And Area
The Heart
That Calm
Wall Of Gauze
An Push
A Questioning

I was told by one of my class mates that they believed that Emily Dickinson wrote a piece that could be sung to the rhythm of 'Amazing Grace.' I find this to be true when it comes to the capitalized words of this sonnet. Perhaps this could be another way of adding emphasis to these words, other than capitalizing them where they do not need to be capitalized?
    As far as the whole sonnet goes there were a few lines that seemed to stand out to me. The first line would be a good example. Dickinson writes, "The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea" When I think of an actual human heart I always envision the four chambers that it has. However, the way that Dickinson has described it here, I can't help but envision a red sea. Blood from our hearts pouring into this vast area to spread to the world. Perhaps this could be a biblical reference? I had read another one of Dickinson's works and that also seemed to reference a sort of religious undertone.
The next line that caught my attention was "The Heart convulsive learns That Calm is but a Wall..."
The reason that I seemed to pay special attention to this part was because of the imagery that it created for me. From the beginning I felt as if I had been placed on a sandy beach. This line seemed to create a dark cloudy sky above, and hint to a danger ahead. 'That Calm is but a Wall..' This reminds me of 'the eye of the storm.' That moment when everything is calm but you know that danger is approaching and will hit harder and cause more destruction than before.
The final words of this piece state "An instant's Push demolishes A Questioning dissolves" To me this is saying that at any given time everything could be taken from you. Your life is not decided by you...but it is decided for you. You have already a predetermined destiny. Which seems to be a very bleak, yet enlightening sort of view of the world to me. However, asking questions allows for this destruction to lose control in its wake and 'dissolve' the hardships that you seem to be facing. It's almost like interrupting a wave.
   If you pretend that you are in a bathtub...the ripples are spreading outward from the faucet because of the flowing water. You shut the water off because the tub is almost full. But still the ripples continue to spread. Until they hit the sides of the tub, Then you notice that they seem to bounce backward from where they came. What does this have to do with anything?
If you think of it in a way that these ripples are waves that are created by the push (the destruction) and the sides of the tub are the dissolve (the questions) You can see that the questions force the destruction to move in another direction completely, and even lose some of its momentum.
    I know the whole 'bathtub' thing was kind of a strange analogy but it was the first thing that came to mind other than Grandmother Willow in the Disney version of Pocahontas.
I've grown fond of Emily Dickinson as a writer. I hope that I can come across more of her work and perhaps draw some inspiration from her pieces. It seems like she knows what she's doing.

14.01.21 Julia Cameron : Response / Begin Initiation Tool

   I was assigned to read a portion of a novel written by Julia Cameron. The right to Write. It was a very interesting read for me, because of the fact that it put all of my anxieties into perspective when it came to the act of putting words onto paper. Cameron states early on that "It's a luxury to be in the mood to write." When I think about this I wonder how often I've put off writing an essay or report for classes because I told myself that I 'didn't feel like writing' at the moment. Which heightened my anxiety to write something that my high school English teacher would ask me to keep and distribute to the class as an example of what the assigned essay should read like. I've always thought that if I wrote something it was supposed to provoke some sort of "untouched" and philosophical thought. Because of this preconceived notion that I had, more often than not have my papers fallen short of their true potential. Rough drafts were seen as final drafts that had to be cohesive and understandable.
As Cameron mentions "We are trained to self-doubt, to self-security in the place of self-expression...As a result most of us try to write too carefully. We try to do it 'right.'" It's true that when we stop thinking and actually start "from where we are" then we can completely get our points or ideas across in such a way that is easiest for ourselves, the writer. But we are always editing as we go along, and changing things because we think it doesn't sound right or sound 'smart.' Because writing is supposed to be one of those 'hobbies' that smart people enjoy right? We need to have an expansive vocabulary and be overly descriptive with our settings in order to be considered a 'good writer.' But, sadly that's not always how it can, or should be done.

   By the end of the first chapter Cameron creates an activity for her readers to partake in, in order for them to get a better feel for the very act of writing. So, for this blog response I wanted to use that activity as a starting point. The instructions call for a three page piece of writing, though I do not think that it will be necessary for me to go that far. "Begin where you are; physically, emotionally, and psychologically. Write about anything and everything that crosses your mind."

Initiation Tool

   I'm sitting at my dining room table with my textbooks and schoolwork spread out into an organized chaos. It's my way of doing multiple things at once. In a separate window I've pulled up the complete first season of Whose Line is it Anyway. Needless to say I am a distracted multitasker. (I'm not quite sure how you would go about spelling that.) 

   I believe that my apartment is starting to loose heat faster and faster with each day that goes by. Especially with this weather that's been heading our way. I feel my muscles tense up when a draft blows in. My shoulders feel as if they're up to my ears in an attempt to maintain my body temperature. The drafts don't appear to have an effect on my cats. They're busy taking their evening naps at the moment. Both sprawled out laying on the living room floor. Myles has contorted himself into such an awkward position, his hind legs are now up by his head. The pair of them look peaceful, but I know this won't last for long. They'll be up and running again soon enough terrorizing each other and clawing the couch. It's interesting to think about what life would be like to be a cat. I can't imagine sleeping that much.

   This episode of Whose Line has one of my favorite "greatest hits" sketches. Wayne Brady has some extraordinary talent when it comes to music. However, Colin Mochrie has to be my absolute favorite actor on the show. "It all started with a badly timed bald joke!" I'm starting to feel my exhaustion but I think I have time for maybe just one more episode. 

   This exercise has shown me that I am still afraid of simply writing about anything...I'm afraid to make mistakes and I can't allow the words to flow because I'm afraid of looking stupid or sounding trivial and naive. But, perhaps with a little practice I can get better with that fear of mine. Because there's no 'write' or wrong way to write.......right? 

You see what I did there? 

14.01.14 In the Tree : a response

From: [four] Factorial Journal Summer 2005

In the Tree

   I have always been partial to poems that were shorter in length. Not because I don't enjoy reading them, but because often times when you cram metaphor after metaphor into a piece, in my opinion it becomes diluted and almost a chore to read through and make sense of. Then again, that could just be the effect of my short attention span. 
   The author uses metaphors throughout the piece. "The rain in the bright afternoon comes in through my eyes and courses endlessly through the inside of my body. The late night rain comes in through my ears and fills my skull..." I saw the 'rain' as a metaphor for either knowledge, new information, nourishment, or maybe even pride. 'Rain' that comes in the bright afternoon is more easily seen, or easily obtained and will last or be 'distributed' throughout our bodies and lives. Whereas, 'rain' that comes in the late night, is much less understood. Maybe even abused because of the fact that it is misinterpreted for what it really is. Which unfortunately leads to the 'swelling' of our minds that is described in the poem. 
This however is merely my interpretation of what the author is trying to describe.
   There is a great use of imagery in this piece. There is also a relaxation brought with the subject matter of the poem. Rain itself could be described as something relaxing or soothing to those who enjoy it. As well as the swaying of trees lazily in the wind. When the author describes the 'swelling' of their brain, I cannot help but think of a towel and how it absorbs water if accidentally dropped into a bathtub. The towel becomes heavy and hard to handle, much like the author's mind when it has swelled from the rain. This to me shows that the author of this piece was successful in their use of imagery. Because, whether the image in the reader's mind was the actual image the author was trying to convey, or something totally off track; to me the fact that the poem has created an image in the mind of the reader is a successful use of imagery in my eyes. 
No pun intended. 
   Overall, I found this poem enjoyable to read, and I seem to create a new interpretation each time that I read it over again. This poem to me could almost be compared to a painting. There's something hidden that you miss the first few times that you skim through it. But, if you look beyond the foreground then you achieve more of an understanding of the painting's content. 

Hiya

My name is Carlee Sharma
I was born and raised in the south western area of Michigan. (Right by the lake!!) I'm currently pursuing my bachelor's degree in visual arts to become an art teacher. I love the smell of books, and I have a borderline unhealthy obsession with cats. (My boyfriend actually built me a 5ft tall cat tree as my Christmas present this year!) I actually have distant plans to one day open a stray cat shelter that will be run out of my house!
I have a great love for visual arts and theater that has been with me since childhood. I'm especially fond of musicals and was lucky enough to be apart of a few back in high school!
I have never been on an airplane, but I have operated a crane at a scrap metal shop! I can't go underwater without plugging my nose, and I always have room for some chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
I can't say that I'm the most interesting person you will meet, but I have yet to meet another person like me.

14.01.07

    I have had a "love/hate" relationship with writing for as long as I can remember. There will be days when my ideas seem to speak for themselves. Then, I will have times when I cannot complete a single sentence without revising, second guessing or reworking the entire thought. I've started many books, blogs, short stories, and poems that later go unfinished and are left to be forgotten. Like most writers, I am my own worst critic, and I hope that I can work on allowing myself to make mistakes and not be so afraid of criticism and judgement. It's also difficult for me to stay focused on one topic, or rather, to seamlessly transition into another thought while maintaining a cohesiveness to any writing that I do. Using the current moment as an example; I am fighting every urge to explain to you how incredibly adorable my cats are. Because, they are currently chasing a small football across the living room floor as I write this blog post and I just can't stop laughing. (If that gives you any sort of insight on how my brain works.)
     Most of my writing in the past has been created with personal experience in mind. Except in third grade, I wrote a book about an invisible dog and a girl who lived in a cardboard box. (I got an award from Reading Rainbow for that one.) Because I was creating stories that were based upon personal experiences, I was revisiting conflicts in my life that I shouldn't and didn't want to dwell on. Writing became a hobby for me that would send me into a state of depression; I didn't enjoy it as I had before. I felt an obligation that my writing was supposed to inflect some sort of 'deep' and philosophical thought in order to be considered 'good.' I believe I've gotten better about that with age.

I also forgot there's another thing that I have problems with...
Endings.