Quick Write: Narrative Poem Research

To a Wasted Life

Here is to the end, a place we must all go. 

To the long narrative that went on and on

and now is gone. 

The songs the dreams and all the things 

that came and went in-between, 

are but dust now blow carelessly by the breeze. 

Your eyes filled with the color of your many 

lies now turned gray by our love

that has now died.

To what comes after!

by David Blake

This narrative poem I chose is short in length and also rhymes a little bit. Each stanza is very short, only one or two sentences in it. In the first stanza, the second sentence is a metaphor saying that life is a long narrative using a indirect metaphor. The second stanza is a long, direct metaphor saying that everything in life is now just dust and ready to be blown away by the breeze. The third stanza is an indirect metaphor of lies and colour that can be seen through eyes; and that love died, using personification. The last stanza would just be an exclamation in maybe a sarcastic tone, anticipating for the after life. The figurative language used in the poem, to me, is really fun. Mostly it's because it made rhymes and the poem goes with a meter that suits the theme of the poem which is a little bit slow and repetitive. With the imagery given by the poem, I can kind of see what the writer is trying to show about this wasted life.

Quick Write: Life

To me, life is a bowl of salad.
There can be plenty of ingredients in the bowl; but it always need the right dressing, and it is always about going green. The ingredients are you and the people in your bowl of life. The dressing is the kind of atmosphere that combines all you people together. There can be different flavor in this bowl of lively salad; it could be sweet, bitter, sour, disgusting, delicious, and all the other different tastes. The dressing is the thing that completes the whole bowl of salad and give it a character in your life. Also, now in the present days, everything is about going green and saving the earth. Maybe that's not really relevent to the metaphor for life, but it certainly tells an aspect in our life of the modern culture.

Quick Write: An Ordinary Day

On an ordinary day...

I'd probably wake up somewhere around 10 o'clock, and have brunch.

Then, I would lay myself on the floor of the balcony, and probably stay there until I got bored.

I would watch some TV and maybe tetris for a bit.

I would also chat up my friends, but it depends who was online.

I would leave my house at dinner time for some curry. However, I only leave for dinner, I don't like to go out when the sun is up.

After I'm done with the dinner, I would come back home and watch some House M.D.

My favorite part of the day is probably the looking into the sky on the balcony. It's not that I like being alone, but I really like it when everything is just quiet, and when I can't hear other people's voice. Like everything is just peaceful. I do like chating with my friends, but sometimes the simple the better a day can be.

My life is very unlike these two poems, as you can see, I barely do any work on my daily basis. Maybe when I am the age of the woman in the first poem, I'd be doing some of the similar things.

Quick Write: Selfless Sacrifice

I've done some sacrifices before. However, there was one sacrifice I did that I thought was really big. There was one time during the summer of 2011, all of my classmates in the my art class is going on an art trip. I was really excited that because I was one of the people that is handpicked by the director. The others have to fight for the places, or wait for some of the handpicked members to not go. In my grade, I have a lot of friends, but I don't know any of the people in the other grades. On the other hand, this girl, a friend of mine has a lot of friends all over the grades. She wasn't picked by the director, and she wasn't there when everyone was fighting for the last few spots. When she got back, I had to see her depressed, lonesome face every time I go to class. I really wanted to go, I need more landscape drawings, and I really want to go to that amusement park with all my friends. However, a week before they went on to the trip, I told the director that I can't go at that time, and I made up this really fake meeting, then I told him that I want my friend to take my place. I didn't regret my decision though. After they were back, they shared with me all about the fun they had. I was still one of them, and I felt like I did the right sacrifice.

Quick Write: Turning Point

I've always hated sports. Especially team sports, I really dislike them. I tried basketball and foot-ball. I do like soccer, but no one ever plays it with me. So last year, I tried something else, a sport that doesn't really need any touching between people. I chose badminton. At first, I really don't want to try it, since it's a sport. I didn't really want to move at all. However, after a few practices, I realized that I might be able to work out a lot more playing this sport. It was actually fun. The most important thing I gained in accepting a new kind of sport is not just that I get to work out, I also learned to accept a lot of other sports more and more. Then I became a lot more open to sport. I am now good at dodge ball, king ball, and hockey. Now I have a fitter body than I used to have, and I actually became a happier person. This is a pretty big turning point in my life. After 4 years of searching, I finally found a sport I actually likes to play.

Quick Write: Good for myself or good for someone I care?

I've done a lot of choices in my life. There are a lot of big choice I made, and I'd like to keep them private, as secretes. I had some small decisions to make. It wasn't exactly a choice between good for myself and good for someone I care, it was more of a good for me or bad for me decision. During expository writing, the ones that spoke Chinese that got caught by the teacher will have to read a poem at the end of the class. So my friend spoke Chinese while talking to me. She thought she said it quiet enough that the teacher won't hear her. However, our teacher was standing right behind her. However, the teacher wasn't looking this way, she only heard us, and she thought it was me that spoke Chinese. While the teacher asked me to put on the hat of Chinese, I noticed that my friend was raising her hand to tell her that she was the one that spoke Chinese. I had to chose to let her tell the teacher or I take her mistake before she confessed. Then I took the hat before she fully raised her hand. She immediately put her hand down after I start walking back to my seat, and I could tell she really didn't want to read that poem. So I chose something that was bad for me, it wasn't exactly good for her, but I guess I really don't want to blame something on someone else in front of everyone.