Week 4:
In Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias" the tone is one of misery or gloom. The poem is about a traveller who meets a man on his journey. The man tells the traveller about a place hes been where there is a destroyed statue in the sand of a man.
On the statue that is now " two vast and trunkless legs of stone, stand in the desert."(line2-3)
read the words " My name is Ozymandias king of all kings"(line10).Ozymandias believed that he would always be important and remembered, even if his people hated him like they did. But even Ozymandias would not surpass the harsh bitterness of time.Ozymandias was vain, he was the only one who thought of himself so greatly. Now all that's left of him legacy, is a statue in the middle of no where for no one to see. That is why the poem has a tone that shows the misery or even melancholy attitude to its readers.
Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Week 3 Sonnet:
Our love can not be compared
To anything thats less then great,
Its usually not commonly shared
With someone who comes home so late,
You said you would be here at nine,
But its half past ten and you arent seen,
Even though your late thats fine,
We fit together like a pair of jean,
We can always be together,
Even when your no where near,
The days we spend together will last forever
When ever I hear,
Your voice sing that sweet song
I know picking you was never wrong.
Our love can not be compared
To anything thats less then great,
Its usually not commonly shared
With someone who comes home so late,
You said you would be here at nine,
But its half past ten and you arent seen,
Even though your late thats fine,
We fit together like a pair of jean,
We can always be together,
Even when your no where near,
The days we spend together will last forever
When ever I hear,
Your voice sing that sweet song
I know picking you was never wrong.
Wednesday, 16 January 2013
Week 2: Form
Haiku
The winter sun glows
off of the fresh new snow flakes
that surround the town.
Limerick
There was a young woman whose head
got stuck under her bed
she kept trying to pull it out
but, it was stuck with no doubt
so she gave up instead
Reflection:
The form of both the Haiku and the Limerick, forces the writer to conform to a set of rules.I believe that poetry should be free to express your creativity without borders.
The winter sun glows
off of the fresh new snow flakes
that surround the town.
Limerick
There was a young woman whose head
got stuck under her bed
she kept trying to pull it out
but, it was stuck with no doubt
so she gave up instead
Reflection:
The form of both the Haiku and the Limerick, forces the writer to conform to a set of rules.I believe that poetry should be free to express your creativity without borders.
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