Mickey D's - Concrete images

Okay so this assignment had to do with capturing only physical details or concrete images instead of emotional details which we deemed as abstract images.

Mickey D’s

Wheezing in the grease of the spitting grill,

the smell of the McDouble invades my nose.

Dripping with the juice of beef fillers.

Greeted at the door by a yellow suited, cardboard cutout clown.

Sticky, red tile floors caked with remnants of high fructose corn syrup.

Innocent children laughing with delight,

awed by the display case of happy meal toys.

Black uniforms with a happy yellow “M.”

“Can I take your order?” bounces off every surface.

Lined around the building in their cars they sit.

New Mercedes and old Toyotas all fall into the queue.

 

Purple

This assignment was to mimic the style of Wright's poem "Yellow." I wanted to do a color that was somewhat out of the box as in not blue or green. 

Purple

Purple is for prosperity, the pure, the unattainable:

The bruise’s wide streaks, that purple, the spasms of pain;

Cool morning air, the purple of freedom;

The purple of those ladies, sparkling shadows over their alluring eyes;

The royal purple of kings;

Extravagant purple, the purple of techno;

The limitless purple, applauding the Lakers;

The purple of twilight, a race across the sky;

The purple of memories lost;

Purple of pomegranates, purple of Crayola;

The purple of lilies, the purple within the soul;

Purple of berry pie, their brown skin;

Ocean purple, overwhelming waves;

The purple of burning potassium, the grape, the riches of life.     

Thirteen Different Ways of Looking at a Shoe

So for this poem assignment we had to mimic the style (different type of description with each stanza) of Wallace Steven's poem "Thirteen Different Ways of Looking at a Blackbird."  

            I

A rush for school

A rush for work

Throw on a shoe—it doesn’t matter which.

Pull a pair from under the sofa.

            II

Stainless glass windows

Holding the key to happiness

Bright new soles and laces—find the right size

Pull a pair from the display.

            III

The sharp click of heels

Wild but never free

Confining feet —see the red ones

Pick a partner from the music.

            IV

Her first pair

So small, so important

Molding tiny toes, supporting mini ankles

Get a pair to help her walk.

            V

Sharp cleats pressing into the red clay

Dig ‘em deeper, son

Get to second base

Bought ‘em from a sports catalog.

            VI

Trained leather embracing a foot

Sperry’s never scuffing the deck

Say they’re made for sailors

Today everybody’s a pirate.

            VII

Batman light ups

Essential first grade gear

Stomp extra hard as you walk

Erase the darkness from class.

            VIII 

Commercial interruptions

Fix your thighs, sculpt your abs

Maybe you’ll look like Kim K

Oh these miracle shoes.

            IX

Sore, festering blisters

10 of them like an angry mob

You’ve missed the mark

Just not your size

            X

Sloppy rain, heavy legs

Flooded Charleston streets

Classic color

Bright yellow ducky boots

            XI

Mom? Mom! Mom…

Too expensive, what does that mean?

Cults of teenage girls rush to their altars

Prom—glittering, strappy heels

            XII

Wet with mud

Thrown into the washer

Clomping around and around

Never to be the same.

            XIII

Swampy lake

Sharp bottom rocks and

Ruthless driftwood

Blue mesh shoes to protect us. 

Catching up on my life

   So I have definitely been neglecting my blog despite how much I enjoy writing.  All my writing adventures seem to stay tucked away in my little notebook but since it is summer and all that jazz I see no reason why I shouldn't pick this blogging habit back up off the dusty shelf it has been hiding on. 
   Running through the last few months I have had little time for any leisure.  Classes were hectic and painful as usual along with the trials and tribulations of locating and moving into a new apartment.  Life has seemed to grab me by the heels and has been actively raking my through the coals.  Thankfully, it is summer and I'm not longer the image of that frazzled cat lady that everyone knew as a child.
   I would like very much to start adding personal photos to my blog but of course my camera recently kicked the bucket it called life, but expect photos as soon as a new camera is acquired.  (sn: My birthday is September 10th if anyone wants to put dibs on buying me a new camera)
   Let's see...this summer I'm taking two classes during the month of June (Now) and I'm involved in research during July and then in August life will be drained slowly from my body by organic chemistry (uh-oh).  I'm living in downtown Charleston with two WONDERFUL girls and I'm loving every minute of it.  I'll probably start putting a lot of poetry on here because one of my classes is poetry writing 101 while the other one is English 395 which happens to the 19th century American poetry.  Needless, to say I am up to my eyeballs in poetry but I actually love it.
   The city is wonderful during the summer.  Spoletto is basically going on in my backyard and although it is as hot as you can imagine...actually that statement isn't true.  The heat has not peaked at his maximum levels of misery for a South Carolina summer just, yet.  Don't worry though, I'm not fooled by the manageable weather.  Before long stepping outside will be like stepping into a wood stove. 
   I absolutely adore living 10 minutes from the beach and I can see myself taking on a permanent career of beach bum if only my family would support this idea.  I also love that there hasn't been a minute of boredom.  Things to do are always floating around. 

To all 3 of my avid readers(the people I force to read this) don't worry I will be updating regularly for the rest of the summer.  Prepare yourselves to be entertained