Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Camp; Part 1 and 2


Camp (Part 1)
I tell her
I’m fine.
But
I’m not.

I’m not ready to
be left,
alone,
In the
unfamiliar
woods.

I’m not ready to
Kiss and hug
Goodbye,
On
Last
Time.

I blink,
Their car
Rolls down
The dusty road
Away from
Me.

Not coming back
A week to wait
In a peculiar place
Alone.




Camp: Part 2
I wonder,
where did time go?

Did I lose it
wadding
through the
deep
mucky
swamp?

Is it lingering
in the dining hall,
where we sang
one
last
song?

Is it tossed
about
in the waves
of the lake,
where paddles
glide through?

Or is it
captured
in all
the
smiles of
friendly cabin mates,
laughs of everyone around me,
and happiness,
spread lovingly
over
camp?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Drizzle : Book Review


“If you ask Mom, she would say God. If you ask Dad, he would say its science, of course. Grandmom though was like me...its magic.” But in reality, nobody knows why it rains at one-o-clock every Monday of why the rhubarb tastes like chocolate at Rupert’s World-Famous Rhubarb Farm, Polly Peabody’s home. Polly, in Drizzle by Kathleen Van Cleve, has never been much of a detective but when the rain stops and her brother gets deathly ill, she jumps to the case. She must find courage as she immerses herself in a tangle of lies and unspoken secrets. With the help of Bastford, her only human friend; Spark, a blue dragonfly; Harry, a chocolate rhubarb plant; and Lester, a giant fluffy cricket, Polly embarks on a journey to find her true self and possibly save the farm and her brother. On her journey, Polly is forced to face two of her greatest fears; bugs and a shed.
Polly, a young naïve girl, is forced to face her fears when the rain stops. She must leave her childhood frights and emerge from fear to fight against it. Her brother, Freddy, was always there to protect her. Now, with her brother in a coma, there’s no one to comfort and protect Polly. She realizes that in order to save her brother, she has to do something, not just wait around. The book Drizzle shouts a strong message, overcoming your fears can be very powerful. At the beginning of the novel, Polly has a huge bug-phobia. When any bug flies at her, she screams and hides. At the end of the story, Polly gains more confidence and actually befriends two odd bugs; Spark and Lester. She is also able to enter the shed after many late night noises had awaken her. Her brother helps inflect this change. Before he was sick, he would comfort her by saying “‘these are the pretty ones [dragonflies], remember?’ He would then wink at her and remind her that dragonflies were nothing to be scared of. Even when he was sick, he provided motivation. To keep herself going, when she was forced to go into the silo (shed), Polly thinks of him. “The image of Freddy asleep in the hospital spurs me [Polly] on and I pick up the pace.” By overcoming her fears, Polly is able to step forward and unlock a magical power that just might save the farm and her brother. No longer does Polly feel powerless. Now she knows she can do everything.
Kathleen Van Cleve weaves Drizzle into a fantastic book with very unique ideas. I love the original and different story. Her imagination creates a tale that I simply could not put down. Page after page, I wondered if the story could get any better but it does. I admired the way she paints each scene using figurative language and sensory details. It would be fun to be able to write like Van Cleve As soon as I opened the book, I stepped through a portal to another world. For example, when Polly is thinking about a bad thing she did, the author writes “I have no way to absorb the return of the river, the ocean of shame that floods through me.” I could relate to the comparison of a river or ocean to Polly’s feelings. Van Cleve creates a masterpiece that excites the reader from start to finish. A must read for anyone who enjoys magic with a twist.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

A Piece of Paradise

Slam! Slam! The sound of the diving boards banging lure me from my lazy perch. I gently put my worn hard-cover book down and sigh. Man this heat is a killer! My hair is ten times puffier than normal and my face is beet red. Sweat slips down my face like silent tears. I pull myself up from the sticky couch and wander inside.
            “Hey Paige,” I call up one flights of stairs, “want to go to the pool?”
            “Coming!” Paige calls down in a distant voice, probably caught up in some good book.
            “Well fine, I’m leaving!” I call back as I leisurely climb the hard wooden stairs.
            As soon as I step into my room, a blast of warm air hits me. Sun streams through my open windows, making patterns on my colorful rug. I throw my drawers open, searching for my swimsuit in a jumble of crumpled clothes. Aha! There it is, nestled among my balled up shorts and skirts. Quickly, I pull my suit over my head and rush downstairs.
            “Leaving!” I call to my sister as I hastily grab a towel and goggles. Shoving pink plastic crocs onto my feet, I scramble out the door before Paige has I chance to respond. BANG! I slam the door shut behind me and step into the blinding heat. If I thought indoors was hot, outdoors is boiling! Walking through the overgrown, lush grass, I close the heavy metal gate with a CREAK and start towards the pool. Half dead grass tickles my ankle, I giggle and speed up. The sound of tennis balls pinging off the ground, splashes of the pool, and the screaming of many small children float in the burning air towards me; summers symphony. Finally, I step off the brown grass and onto the burning black pavement. I’m here!
            Clink, clink. I quickly show the boy my swim tag and wander down a wide covered path towards the sounds of the pool. I emerge from the shadows, met by the burning sun, onto the deck of the pools. Plopping my stuff down in a far off corner of hade, I make my way towards the diving pool. Hopping on the burning concrete, I wait in line for the high dive. Hurry up, I think, it’s hot down here! I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to send telepathic messages to the people in front of me to hurry up. The line crawls forward, like a tortoise with a limp, until finally, I’m next! Carefully, I climb the slippery black and silver ladder to the very top. I scramble onto the teal diving board and look down. Oh, bad mistake! Suddenly, my heart jumps to my throat and the world swirls around me. Taking a deep breath, I calm my nerves by taking in the scenery.
I feel like I’m on top of the world! I feel like I can see for miles and miles. A gentle breeze tickles my smiling face as the sun beats down, hot on my tired shoulders. Hey, I think, there’s my house. The dark trees loom in front of my house, silent guardians, complementing the vibrant colors of my home.
“Hurry up!” someone calls from far below. Jeez, I think, I’m going, I’m going! Taking small steps forward, I muster all the courage I can and then spring across the board, towards the cool, blue water.
One second, I’m running on a solid board, and the next moment I’m running on thin air, like Wily Coyote. Then, I’m falling. The wind blows around me, through me, and for a moment I smile, happy. Next I’m swallowed by the water, the cold, frozen water.
Adrenaline floods through me, shock from the coldness of the water. For moments, I just stay under and let the water push me, pull me, flow through me and for those few moments I’m in Paradise. Bliss. Dreamland.
Heaven.
On.
Earth.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Bunch of Love


Now,
This isn’t
just any kitten-
no, it’s mine.

My rambunctious
ball of
black and
white,
streakingafter a butterfly.

My cuddling,
furry
cute kitten,
helpfully nosing
my saddened face.

My alarm clock,
purring,
kneading,
wondering
why I won’t just get up.

My inspiration,
my love,
my thoughts,
my care,
my feelings,
my companion,
waiting at a lonely
door,
welcoming
me
home.

My kitten.

Sea Breeze


I jump out of
the fiery oven,
my car.
A gentle breeze
tickles my nose,
bearing the scent of
the sea

I amble down a small
and rutted path,
the melody of the waves
just reaches my ears,
beautiful music.

I spring,
my feet creating patterns
in the swirling sand.
I reach
the rocks.
Feet dancing,
I scramble up
the looming sides.
I am at the top.

The breeze waltzes
through my tangled hair.
The sun blazes,
hot,
on my tired shoulders.
I am
the queen
of the world
for
a
single
solitary
minute.

The sound of
the waves crashing,
pounding the sand
over
and
over,
calls me off
my throne.

Small scurrying crabs
sidestep
as  I rushby.
Gulls take to flight,
gracefully riding the wind.
as I dance                                                        away

nothing,
nothing can stop me.
finally
I am one with
the
            cool
                        salty
                                    crisp
                                                feel
of the deep blue
sea.

Waves toss me
to         and      fro.
                        pushing,
pulling,
me.
Playing a game of tug      of      war.

Waves break,
carrying me back,
back to shore
and to my family waiting,
waiting for the queen to leave her
land.
Her rocky perch,
Her swirling sands,
Her  

Seabreeze