Ashley+Weekes

"Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you--like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist--or else it is nothing." - F.Scott Fitzgerald


 * ODE TO MY FRIENDS**

Remember This.

We made memories.

Sitten’ in class, gooffin’ off Skipp’in school, runn’in the halls.

Its like a dream!

Some years ago we were there And now we’re not

We’re here In the presence of the future We sit back and watch Our lives slide down the polls of this social emotional economic break-up!

We’ve become obsessed so! That we’ve forgotten They’ve forgot I’ve forgotten

I want to remember, do you? I want to remember those days I want to remake those memories of our last days

My Peoples! Maybe I’m just holdin’ on But maybe you don’t understand or don’t care

I’m not gonna pull you back from your present your future your here and now

No! that would be wrong

But I’m gonna Message you text you call you leave messages

Until you all My Peoples, Get it through your heads! Cause I can’t go no were I won’t go no where I’m here

And there for I shall not be forgotten.


 * Sonnet**

Forgive me I cannot be trusted by The likes of you, you must see I am mad Beyond being treated, do not rely On the lies I have thrown in your face, had It not been for you, I would not be in This place, understand by it be the blame Of your love that has forsaken me, sin! Be the name of the nights we shared, shame! Be the drops that fled from your tears, troubled Worries dark eyes and gray hairs, our last nights Left in despair, amongst all the troubled Thoughts of you, I find myself at great heights Due to the love you drew from me to you All at ounce it collapsed a love so grand


 * Ghazal**

I woke up this morning I brushed my teeth this morning

I took a bath I ate breakfast this morning

My mom and my sister went to the park I stayed home an washed the dishes this morning

I checked my myspace And listened to music this morning

My mom and my sister came back from the park And brought some fries this morning

I only got two And ate leftovers this morning

My aunt came over And her and my mom fell asleep again this morning

My sister watched big mamas house One and two this morning

I asked my mom Could I have some of her cookies this morning

Then I started playing waffle mania And instant messaging this morning

I decided I should finish my HW And wrote this gazelle about my morning

When in fact all the stuff I listed Did not happen during the course of this morning

I'm not a poet and I don't like to write poetry when it's required of me. However, I do write in my spare time about thoughts mostly and maybe what I write is poetry, I'm not sure. When I was given the assignment of writing three different types of poetry, I struggled. Especially with the sonnet and the gazelle. You have to follow a certain format when writing them and it took me a while to put together a rhyming scheme and figure out how to use stressed and unstressed worlds. It was tough, but I managed. Hopefully you'll enjoy, but honestly I could care less.
 * Artist's Statement**


 * Sara Teasdale**--Poet I chose from Poet.org

Sara Teasdale is an award winning poet who is well known for her lack of complexity and obscurity within her love poems. She uses imagery to tell a story that revolves around the subject of love. In her poetry she often refers to a kiss or a man being the symbol of love. Teasdale often writes in a language of love that some of us can relate to whether it be about faults within a lover, a passionate kiss, or a loving stare. She manages to always make the idea of love apparent and clear.
 * Poet Analysis**

code Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me     And never kissed at all.
 * The Look ||||  ||
 * by [|Sara Teasdale] ||

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day. code ||

In the "The Look" by Sara Teasdale she describes kisses she had from Stephon and Robin. She mentions how Strephon gave her kiss in the spring and Robin gave her a kiss in the fall. Then she says "But Colin only looked at me--And never kissed at all." Teasdale goes on to talk about what came of each kiss and how the kisses both became lost, but Colin's stare became a kiss that haunts her. I believe in the mist of the poem Teasdal defines a kiss as being something meaningful that stays with you because although Colin only stared she latered described it as a kiss becauses it haunted her, it stayed with her.

code They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,— Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more. code ||
 * Faults ||||  ||
 * by [|Sara Teasdale] ||

In "Faults" by Sara Teasdale she jokes about how people came to tell her the imperfections of her lover. What the people didn't seem to realize was that her lovers imperfections are what she loved him for. Teasdale makes a rather amusing attempt to explain some of the reasons as to why a person may love another and she does it with such clarity and such simplicity.

code Before you kissed me only winds of heaven Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain— Now you have come, how can I care for kisses Like theirs again?
 * The Kiss ||||  ||
 * by [|Sara Teasdale] ||

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me, They surged about me singing of the south— I turned my head away to keep still holy Your kiss upon my mouth.

And swift sweet rains of shining April weather Found not my lips where living kisses are; I bowed my head lest they put out my glory As rain puts out a star.

I am my love's and he is mine forever, Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore— Think you that I could let a beggar enter Where a king stood before? code || In "The Kiss" by Sara Teasdale she writes about how nature has kissed her. She describes and even greater kiss that causes her to feel no more for the kisses of nature. In a way I find that she is ashamed and is apologizing to nature. Teasdale writes about the wonderful moments she has had with nature, but then also refers to her lovers kiss at times. Then she finally writes "I am my love's and he is mine forever,--Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore--Think you that I could let a beggar enter--Where a king stood before?" She is saying that she can't help that something greater has come along and that she has to to what's best for her heart, despite of all the wonderful things nature has given her she belongs to her true lover.