"Untitled"      By: Paul Moffett


When Guinevere was born, the sun broke through
the clouds that had been raining all that night.
She opened wide her eyes, so small and new;
The sunshine bathed her perfect face with light.
I thought that must be how all babies are.
The world takes note, because the world has changed.
But Margaret went unnoticed by the stars
And I thought that it was strange.
She is as much a miracle, and as rare
As beautiful, as lovely, as adored
As was her sister. Why should the sky not care?
Why should her birth by nature be ignored?
"Because she is herself" the answer came
"she's not her sister. Don't force them to be the same."



"My Plundered Gold"       By: C. Harlick


When                                the sun
                         had                     all     
                                                             new
                                                              light.
I thought                             how 
                                                             changed
                                              the stars
And 
                           a miracle,


                                                   the sky      
                              by nature 
                     is
      not                                               the same

When Pain Takes Pain

When Pain Takes Pain.


When pain takes pain, we grasp at hope.
Remember what caused the warming of the soul.
When pain takes pain, we grasp at truth.
To send freed spirits to their fountain springs.
When pain takes pain, we grasp at love.
To let live on feelings stirred so deep.
When pain takes pain, we grasp at sorrow.
To comfort us, in black draped clouds.

When pain takes pain, we grasp so tight;.
To rekindle thoughts of life so vivid.

When pain takes pain, we grasp acceptance.
We understand its time.





Death brings much to the surface in everyone when we have to face it so closely. I've lost many important people in my life. Each time going through something so different, yet also so similar  Here i have tried to express each different process i went through and the different emotions i felt at different stages.

Tone in Theodore Rothekes' "My Papa's Waltz"


   In Theodore Roethkes' "My papa's Waltz" the use of key words through out the article changes the impact on the reader. The expectation of a fond childhood memory is converted into a sarcastic impression of a rough childhood. Simple substitution of enforcing words would have altered the vision created by Roethkes in his piece. However, after readying the poem in its entirety we are led to a heavy feeling of discomfort invoked in his recalling of a, maybe, regular occurance in his household. Here the tone is presented, again by key words, which are placed appropriately throughout the piece.

    In each stanza we come across words which reflect a negative image. In his opening stanza "..hung on like death"(3) itself revels some of the glimpse into a rough environment. Most fond memories are described with light, pleasant connotation. Rarely would one compare a moment of joy with death. This comparison is then paired with images of a harsh individual. Such as ".. battered on one knuckle"(10) and "...right ear scraped.."(13) which generate images of wounds or pain. Not often again used to set a pleasant tone. As the reader we visualize the damage to a character in this poem, which only amplifies the unpleasant tone of the piece.