A few thoughts that I have figured out...perhaps

I don't usually ever write poetry, well, at least not consciously and never for fun. But that is part of the reason why I am in this class. Already (due to some crazy assignments by Dr. Zoller) I have figured out a few things about me and the way I write which I would like to share with you.

Both of my second edition poems are "greatly reduced." Almost to the point of not getting my point across, and perhaps my point was did not get across to you. For this I am quite sorry and actually am in the process of editing these to guide the reader's interpretation more. But here is what I was attempting to do:

In "Tapped and Showed" I have three stanzas, two with 8 lines and one with 4 lines. The point of the assignment was to find the meaning in the text and centralize your poem (at least that was my interpretation of the assignment.) After reading the prose, I was struck by the setting of the poem, the characters, and most of all the actions. So those are the things I tried to emphasize. I saw this poem like the zoom of a camera focusing on the larger picture and then focusing in on one man's actions only to zoom out again. For most of the participants it was merely a typical description of the end of the day. This was where they worked, they were hot, tired, angry, thirsty, and wanted to go home. It was ordinary. Ordinary from the location, to the conversations, to the actions of lining up around the pump. And yet for one man, it wasn't ordinary. What I found extraordinary about the paragraph that we read was not the descriptions, rather this one individuals actions, his honesty. He could have kept them, he could have got the money for himself, but he chose not to. Why? Why was this his choice? Did he battle with himself, weighing his choice of action or was it natural? It was a normal place, a ordinary end of the day for everyone else. But this picker chose to act, in an extraordinary way.

My second poem was Peggy. Although it is not perfectly a reflecting poem. The point I was trying to make is similiar, I think to those, showing a progression. In the first stanza, I wanted to show a picture of Peggy, who she may have been, ordinary (except for maybe the rabbit bit). Then in the next stanza, I introduced another element of who Peggy was, or was thought to be. The fact that she was considered a witch, changed the Pineys view of her. She was not really an ordinary individual anymore, rather she was a threat, an outsider. Finally in the third stanza, I talked about her death. Whether or not she died because of the Pineys and her gold, I do not know. But I was struck with a sense of sorrow as she lived and died alone, without anyone knowing who she really was.