Three favorite blogs

One blog that i thought was really exemplary was Sarah's blog.  In her posts, she managed to show a lot of emotion while also making both her poems and her responses very factual, strong and clever.  That perfect mix of emotions and facts is something not a lot of people can come across. 

Her sonnet was quite impressive, and it seems like she actually took time and effort to write it-With the perfect iambic pentameter and perfect sonnet form, and it actually developed well and beautifully as a poem! It's written beautifully! 

Great Job Sarah!

Another blog I really admired was Julia's blog.  Everything she writes flows out with precision, making sense and sounding beautiful.  It's not choppy at all. (A big problem everybody always complains about in my pieces is the choppiness.) 

Her sonnet is also beautiful.  It leaves room for the mind to wander, and out your own interpretation, while also stating some things very clearly.  And the things she states are very connectible, without sounding cliche. The next entry down, her poetry forward, is also above standards.  It sounds beautiful, and is just so TRUE and cool. 

Great job, Julia!

The last blog I'm writing about that really impressed me was Tomin's. (No surprise there.)

Every time I read any of Tomin's posts I'm blown away. Also, I'm blown away by realizing that some guys actually CAN write.  It just seems sometimes that boys are not capable of expressing emotions or writing anything meaningful. I know that's really sexist of me, and looking at Tomin's blog reminds me that I'm totally wrong. He is not only capable of expressing things and writing with emotions, he does both things amazingly! Tomin has a voice in his writing that i wish i had in my speaking.  It's really gorgeous, and never bores me.

Bravo, Tomin!

A Sonnet on A Thunderstorm (Cliche, I know.)

A Sonnet                                                  Ana Gross 807

A giant thunderstorm, the sky expands

The trees in front’ my house the lightning sears

The hail calls me an ordinary man

The rain tells me that my fate is not clear.

My heart, it seems, is caught up in the past

The thunder says to care about the now

But I won’t let this storm dissuade me, fast

I run outside, forgetting the storm’s growl.

The rain, it stains my face and knots my hair

And into my clothes freezing water seeps

But this exhilaration does not care

Peace with myself I’ll try so hard to keep.

I know not where I am, nor where I’ll be

But I trust now that I can wait and see. 

Salt/Fresh- Foreword

FOREWORD: “Salt/Fresh,” Poems about the water

         My book, “Salt/Fresh” is a collection of poems written simply about water. It does not pertain simply to the ocean; it does not pertain only to lakes, or pools.  This book is about all types of water, from the water in your sinks to the eighty-percent chlorine in your pools.

            For, don’t we all have stories to share about water? I know I do.  I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with water, with stories backing up other sides.  I’ve been caught in terrible riptides, choked and slapped around by water.  I’ve been blinded by chlorine, and stung by jellyfish.  But I’m also in love with the ocean. I have an inexplicable connection with the water, one that sends me swimming all the time.  A connection that gets me called “mermaid,” and “dolphin.”  A connection that makes my favorite animal an octopus-

            And my connection with the ocean is one I’m pretty sure we all have. Sure, you might not feel it the way I do.  But after all, water is the thing that keeps us living.  You can only live a couple of weeks without water.  Your own body is up to 70 percent water. 

            So whether you read these poems while bored, or you read these poems while yearning for a beach vacation-these poems have a specific meaning.  If I’ve done my job, you should be able to relate to these poems in some way.  These poems should evoke memories, or at least do something.  If they don’t, either these poems suck or I’m just really weird and believe that I’m not the only one who has this weird pull towards water. You can decide which one it is.