Inspired by "The sea of Lost Time".

These ugly roses appeared out of nowhere from my mother's yellow rose bush. It has never grown pink roses and now all of a sudden they appear. Therefore to me it reminded me how in the story when the people smelled the roses change came.

Berenger or Rhinocerous

I have always been more of a Berenger! That being because I'm kind of scared to take risks and I have high expectations for myself. When all my "friends" wanted to start smoking, drinking, and partying; I stayed out of the way. I feel like I have too much to live for and HUGE dreams. I've never wanted to be a rhino :) I'd rather do my own thing all by myself!

Everything to me

"...It'd be like taking the sun from the sky
I'd probably die without you in my life..."
Everything to me-Monica

This song, Everything to me by Monica is very nurturing and soft. Throughout the song she has a few similes and metaphors. It's not ambiguous at all, she directly points out what and who the poem is about. In the few lines above she uses "like taking the sun from the sky..." that is completely impossible but she compares that to taking him out of her life, impossible. When she sings the song, she breaks down her lyrics into stanzas as well.

Boy if you ever left my,
My side,
It'd be like taking the sun from
The sky
I'd probably die without
You in
My life
Cause I need you to
Shine, shine
Your light
Oooohhhhhhh

You're everything to me, heey
The air that I breathe, oohhh
a sign so I'll see, oh Lord
You're everything to me

I can't repay you for all that you've done
Always come first and second to none
The love that you give me is equal to ten
My peace, my joy
You are my
My strength, ooohhhh

You're everything to me, whoa
The air that I breathe, ooooohhh
a sign so I'll see, ohhh that
You're everything to me

(Boy I never thought) Never thought I'd feel a love like this
Better than our first date
Sweeter than our first kiss (and you)
Ain't no other person for me
You're my best friend
My lover
(Baby you're) My everything

You're everything to me, whoa
The air that I breathe, ooooohhh
My sight, so I see, oh
You're everything to me

I need you, I need you, I need you...

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If a Wilderness

If a Wilderness by Carl Phillips

Then spring came:
branches-in-a-wind. . .

I bought a harness, I bought a bridle.
I wagered on God in a kind stranger—
kind at first; strange, then less so—
and I was right.
The difference between
God and luck is that luck, when it leaves,
does not go far: the idea is to believe
you could almost touch it. . . .

Now he's
singing, cadence of a rough sea—A way of
crossing a dark so unspecific, it seems
everywhere: isn't that what singing, once,
was for?
I lay the harness across my lap,
the bridle beside me for the sweat—the color
and smell of it—that I couldn't, by now,
lift the leather free of, even if I wanted to.

I don't want to.

This poem really caught my attention because it shows the difference between God and luck. I often say "No I'm not lucky I'm Blessed", a line from Nicki Minaj; same idea. I like the rhythm/flow of the poem and how it kind of leaves you wondering at the end having to re-read it.

Ode to Clothes

Ode to Clothes
                             

Every morning you wait,
clothes, over a chair,
to fill yourself with
my vanity, my love,
my hope, my body.
Barely
risen from sleep,
I relinquish the water,
enter your sleeves,
my legs look for
the hollows of your legs,
and so embraced
by your indefatigable faithfulness
I rise, to tread the grass,
enter poetry,
consider through the windows,
the things,
the men, the women,
the deeds and the fights
go on forming me,
go on making me face things
working my hands,
opening my eyes,
using my mouth,
and so,
clothes,
I too go forming you,
extending your elbows,
snapping your threads,
and so your life expands
in the image of my life.
In the wind
you billow and snap
as if you were my soul,
at bad times
you cling
to my bones,
vacant, for the night,
darkness, sleep
populate with their phantoms
your wings and mine.
I wonder
if one day
a bullet
from the enemy
will leave you stained with my blood
and then
you will die with me
or one day
not quite
so dramatic
but simple,
you will fall ill,
clothes,
with me,
grow old
with me, with my body
and joined
we will enter
the earth.
Because of this
each day
I greet you
with reverence and then
you embrace me and I forget you,
because we are one
and we will go on
facing the wind, in the night,
the streets or the fight,
a single body,
one day, one day, some day, still.
 
 
- Pablo Neruda

I have chosen "Ode to Clothes" because I take my clothes and hair very seriously. I love to dress up for any occasion. In this ode/poem I noticed personification, by the way Neruda gave clothes human like feelings. I also noticed a bit of ambiguity because he goes on and on about putting on clothes and how you will die together. If the title was hidden the audience would be lost.

Wind and Window Flower

LOVERS, forget your love,

 And list to the love of these,

 She a window flower,

 And he a winter breeze.

 When the frosty window veil

 Was melted down at noon,

 And the cagèd yellow bird

 Hung over her in tune,

 He marked her through the pane,

 He could not help but mark,

 And only passed her by,

 To come again at dark.

 He was a winter wind,

 Concerned with ice and snow,

 Dead weeds and unmated birds,

 And little of love could know.

 But he sighed upon the sill,

 He gave the sash a shake,

 As witness all within

 Who lay that night awake.

 Perchance he half prevailed

 To win her for the flight

 From the firelit looking-glass

 And warm stove-window light.

 But the flower leaned aside

 And thought of naught to say,

 And morning found the breeze

 A hundred miles away.

The poem in which had my attention the most by Robert Frost was "Wind and Window Flower". By reading the poem he really made me believe that the flower in the window and the wind had feelings. By starting off with "Lovers, forget your love..." he caught my attention, because I am in a very loving, long term relationship. It seemed like he could be describing a break up to make up type of relationship between two. Throughout the poem Frost used Visual Imagery allowing me as a reader to actually feel the wind and see the flower in the window. I also witnessed personification in the poem, he gave the two objects feelings; "and only passed her by...".

A day at Venice beach with my love! :)