This is interesting

Watch as the clouds kiss the blue sky round and round. 

They fall and they rise and they swing but also surprise

As they weave through the mesh of the grayness that will

Foretell the fall of a hot heavy shower from its throat.

The downpour ends with the signs to ruin rocks, softly saying like

The whisper and the whimsy of the wise men of the age.

They whisper of cool hope like the sharp curving of a polynomial

Or the yell of a teacher with her lecture of “IMPORTANCE”

Watch the mud dry and thicken through time and toughening. 

Watch as bruised egos say “I will recover” but only frogs croak

And the dogs bruise ears with incessant sharp shrills and shrieking

But they all watch the clouds kiss the blue sky round and round.

Reflection

The English 1102 class was overall a good class.  I thought that looking through dramas, although it was a tad slow at first, proved helpful and interesting, since I had never analyzed any other dramas besides Shakespeare.  I would have liked to learn more about Shakespeare and break down one of his plays.  Death of a Salesman I thought was bland, to be honest.  But, other than that, the dramas were something new and enjoyable
Something that surprised me were these Guided Readings.  I do not mind writing them, but the time as to which they are do is very inconvenient since I typically have high school till 3:15 and then some sort of practice till 5:30.  But, conceptually they are very helpful, as they forced me to analyze the literature. 
The formalist writing was a good idea, in my opinion.  I have never had to come up with my own ideas, and although it was challenging, I proved to myself that I could write an original paper completely independent of outside resources.  This was a task that I had never done while in high school. 
All in all the class was very helpful in grasping concepts of literature.  I'm happy I took the course.

A poem, or more like a song. But that still counts.

A Simple Melody

You know,
The Beatles had it right.
Just a simple touch
On the hand for a night
Is quite alright.

Nothing more and none less,
Holding by moonlight
we can hope for the best
singing with a piano accompany.

With a guitar on my fingers
I won't strive for love.
But I will play till blisters come,
Until its beauty encompasses me.

With Cohen I'll chant the word
Hallelujah, till I have none left.
Cause I will be happier than a bird
In flight.  With yours and mine.

Sing along with me.
And hold my hand.
Before this night ends.