Kristine’s Blog!

A collection of my random thoughts and other things.

March 31st Poems. March 31, 2008

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The Summer I Was Sixteen: I found this poem to be very familiar for me.  It used a lot of imagery and reminded me of summers I have had in my teenage years.  The third stanza was my favorite.. “Past cherry-colas, hotdogs, dreamsicles, we came to the counter where bees staggered into root beer cups and drowned.”  This was obviously a public pool but it reminded me of my own backyard with little plastic cups of iced tea sitting on the deck filled with ants or bees while we caught some rays or splashed around in the pool.

Numbers: I found that the writer of this poem used the number theme but in different situations.  It was really cool to read each stanza to see the difference from the one before it.  I really like how the last stanza counted down from three to one, symbolizing the countdown to the end. “Three boys beyond their mothers call, two italians off to sea, one sock that isn’t anywhere you look.”

 Lines: I really enjoyed this poem, although I couldn’t figure it out at first.  The idea of a line is so simple but in the poem she shows the complexities of it.  “between two lines points of view, a line of vision..”

The Cord: I felt like the cord was a leash for the daughter.  The mother would only let her go so far on the telephone but then she would tug on it when it was unsafe territory.  The mother was okay with the fact that the girl talked for hours to her friends and not to her, but she kept her close by the cord of the phone.

 

Personal Universe Deck of Cards! March 28, 2008

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word I love: adore

sound: thunder

taste: minty

smell: sunscreen

texture: sandy

actions or motions: skip

abstract concepts: faith

concrete noun: claddaugh

place: Caracas

5 misc.: darling

word to look up: ledgerdemain  (means skillful use of one’s hands, trickery)

 

What if.. March 16, 2008

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What if George had been married?  Would he feel that his life was so pointless?  He would have been happy, maybe he would have had children or even grandchildren by now.  Maybe he wouldn’t focus all his time on his car and his antiques.  He would travel and spend time with his companion; but because George is alone he must spend his time by himself.  If George had been married, his whole life would have been different.  He wouldn’t be sitting on some creaky hotel bed in West Virginia, he wouldn’t be trying to make his life exciting by driving to California, he wouldn’t be depressed.  If only he had a wife…

What if George had parked his car somewhere else?  He would have been halfway to his destination by now.  He wouldn’t have to sit around in some small West Virginian town with nothing but mountains surrounding it.  He wouldn’t be frustrated or upset that his car was destroyed.  George would be driving down the highway with his sunglasses on and the wind blowing through what little hair he had left on his head.  If only the storm had held out a few more hours, Georges car would have been parked in a parking lot of a different hotel a couple hundred miles further. 

What if George didn’t get hurt on the job and be forced to retire?  He would be still working, he wouldn’t be sitting around all day thinking of things to do with his life.  George would still have some friends, some people to talk to on a daily basis.  If only he hadn’t pushed himself to work so much for so many years, he wouldn’t have gotten arthritis in his knees.  He would still be able to work, he would be doing something to keep him busy.  George liked to work, it was all he used to do.  He worked for the same construction company since he was seventeen years old, his father had also worked at the same one.  It was all George knew besides antique cars and furniture.  George tries to keep busy around the house doing minor construction projects like putting up new molding or repairing on the front porch but it isn’t enough to fulfill him.  George needs something in his life and this trip just might be it.

Lists:

The things on George’s nightstand… a Stephen King book that sits on top of a bible, his dusty alarm clock, his watch, an antique lamp.

The things in his closet… a suit that only gets worn maybe once a year, some old jeans, a few shirts, sneakers, and his workboots that haven’t been worn since he’s retired.

The things in his refridgerator… a six pack of cheap beer, some lunch meat, leftover Chinese food from a few nights ago, a half gallon of milk, it is pretty empty.

The to-do list… rotate the tires on his Mustang, paint the garage door, mow the lawn, do his taxes, George’s list isn’t ever long, he finds himself bored most of the time.