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Monae Reed Dr. Davidson Eng 3309 Introduction to creative writing May 10, 2021 Table of Contents The Death of The Ball Turret Gunner Monae Reed The Death of The Ball Turret Gunner Poetry is a tool that is used to convey an important message to the reader. It is a form of expressing oneself through the articulation of words and other features of poetry (Thomas & Nigel, 2011). In other words, it is a profound penetration into a pool of thoughts and a vast world of feelings, emotions, and life. The following is the analysis of a short poem written by Randall Jarrell. The poem enhances important features of poetry, such as symbolism, metaphors, and imagery. All these features are used to open a symbolic window to the world of poetry. Some of the easily identifiable images used by Randall include 'hunched in its belly.' This image incepts an image of a serviceman who adapts to the unfavorable aircraft technology in the 1940s. It is an expression of heartfelt shortcomings of the plane in which the persona had to serve his /her State. Another image used by Randall is 'wet fur.' This image creates an impression of a serviceman who is petrified by the entirety of war and violence. Finally, the persona says, '…washed me out of the turret with a hose'. This image inflicts a picture of neglected service members whose State's compensation cannot match their service. Randall compares black flak to the horrendous side of a war. Ideally, black flak provides a holistic look at the negative impacts of violence. Also, mother's sleep is a metaphor used to compare the comfort and peace of ordinary citizens. It creates a sweetened taste of life for the persona before he/she conspired to serve with the Airforce. In a nutshell, the poem gives the reader a look into a serviceman's journey in the Airforce, especially during World War 2. It provides insights into the role of the government in drafting people to service. It also tells of the scary life that service members endure at war. Finally, Randall tells of the trauma and negligence that service members endure References Jarrell R. (1945). "The Death of The Ball Turret Gunner." Retrieved on 9 February 2021 from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_of_the_Ball_Turret_Gunner Thomas, Nigel J.T (2011). "Mental Imagery." Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy. Stanford University. Writing workshop 1 A journey of life This journey has been long, confusing, and stressful but Me myself finally has come to the finish line. My name is Monae and I’ve been on a journey with college. I’ve begun college right out of high school. Young and excited about starting the journey to go to school to be a nurse. As the days start to approach of myself moving away my boyfriend I had from high school starts to become sad because of me departing. I still wanted a relationship with him and I will still be with him. My mom was always telling me after I graduated from high school I might want to go my separate ways from him because once I go to college things will change. I ignore her like whatever, she doesn't know what she is talking about. Little before you knew I got to college, moved in and ready to start my new life a few months afterward things started to change. Things changed so fast that my feelings were so down and confused because I was arguing with my boyfriend back home that didn't trust me now. As I deal with the relationship I didn’t really enjoy college anymore and I just wanted to come home. I wasn’t focused anymore. I finish my freshman year off with a 3.5, fighting just to finish and to ignore the distractions. Sophomore year comes along, and I’m back at school. Things are going okay but I’m thinking about telling my boyfriend lets go our separate ways before the year gets crazy and I don't get to enjoy my second year of college. As the year began, I found out I was expecting a baby. I was so torn at this point, I didn’t know which way to turn. I wanted to finish school but didn’t know if I could handle it with everything going on. I had morning sickness badly and could barely make it to class but I was determined. I kept saying I want to get my degree, I want to be successful, I want to make my family happy. I would be the first person in my immediate family to get my degree. As time went by I finished the year all the way until it was time to give birth. Still determined to go back to school after giving birth. After two months , I got a job at walmart and enrolled part time in school. It was hard with a baby but I kept pushing to where I had to stop at that point because I kept dozing off on the road from being tired. Taking care of a baby, working, and going to school was a lot. The journey I started came to end, I stopped going to school and focused more on my baby. I always said I’m going to go back. My family kept asking when you were going to go back to school as my baby got older. I start giving and say I’m not going back. I'm looking for a nice paying job. I don’t want to go back. Everytime my grandma asked when you were going to go back I felt bad because I didn't have a good answer. So years later, My grandma passed away and she was everything to me. I became lost again not knowing which way to turn. I was hurt because she did see me finish school. My whole family was lost and I just knew I needed to get back on track. Being lost and I kept struggling with the job to where I decided to go back to school and finish. I had healed a little and knew that's all my grandma wanted to see me do. Here I am today in my last semester of college about to graduate and knowing she is in heaven smiles down on me, happy for me. My message to you is never give up on your journey, alway finish what you start no matter what comes your way! Journal 11 When I had my daughter khloe was a moment I would never forget. A memory that will last a lifetime. I was pregnant for 9 months long. The pregnancy was a different experience. I experience morning sickness that consists of vomiting and light headaches from time to time. I experience a little body growing inside of me. I got bigger overnight. The feeling was amazing because a little body is growing inside of me. I go so excited to feel her move around in my stomach. I had to eat certain things because my body could not handle like it normally would. I love the doctor appointment visits just to check on my little princess. I love to hear her heartbeat and see her move around on the ultrasound. Months went by and I started to closer to going into labor. I walk around the track just to keep things going smooth. I was told If I stayed active I will have a smooth labor. A week before my due date my water broke. I was so nervous but yet excited.My emotions was all over the place because I was excited but kind of scared as well. I got to the hospital and got situated in the room. I stayed in labor for a while with the father of my child and family helping me get through the pains. The pains was getting bad and I was getting sad. After the medicine kick in things start to flow. I had her after 10 hours in labor. She can out so smooth and was not crying. Seeing her made me realize all the pains and changes was worth it all. I am a mother now and would not trade it for the world. Favorite Poem Anthology Monae Reed Table of contents Taking One for the Team by Sara Holbrook…………………………………. 6 Parents Poem by Jacqueline Woodson…………………………………………. 7-8 Nature Knows its Math by Joan Graham………….…………………………… 9 Words are Birds by Francisco Alarcon………………………………………… 10-11 The Promise by Jane Hirshfield…………………………………………………. 12 More Dangerous Air by Margarita Engle……………………………………… 13-14 Meeting Point by Louis MacNeice…………………………………………… 14-15 Monsters by Dorothea Lasky………………………………………………… 16 This Room by John Ashbery………………………………………………… 16 Caged Bird by Maya Angelou………………………………………………… 17 Favorite Poem Anthology Preface Every poem is unique in its own way and has an exclusive story to tell, which makes one take an interest in it and find it exciting. Poem authors also think differently and have an inspiration behind their content which makes them break the boredom of similarity and familiarity. In that case, choosing poems from various authors meant bringing a breath of fresh air into the collection and making sure one looks forward to reading every one of them. Even though the structure may seem similar, the poem's arrangement of words is different as the content is not the same. Additionally, the authors have rhymed their poems distinctively with much accuracy, and in some, one can also feel the emotions being released. In that case, this collection is full of memorable poems that can easily guide the reader's feelings as they relate to the content in each one of them, which is intentional. Poems are more than content but also portray the creativity of the authors. This collection is full of content relatable to people's surroundings and presented in an express and straightforward manner. For example, in Taking One for the Team by Sara Holbrook, anyone who reads it can relate to teamwork, probably from work, at home, or even a game, as the author has put it in the poem. In that case, coming across such a poem can quickly remind people of the importance of getting together, celebrating the small wins, and accepting the few inevitable losses. Additionally, the author is keen to reminding teams that disagreements in teams are also inescapable and should therefore be prepared to deal with them “Teams may disagree, may tense, may blame, but get down for the game” (Holbrook). This poem represents good content that is worth being included in any collection like this one. A poem like Parents Poem by Jacqueline Woodson creates a strong emotional reaction and a sense of humor, making it interesting. For starters, everyone has interacted with their mothers all the time, and they have an idea of how mothers can be sarcastic sometimes. In the poem, the author first presents mothers as workers, but while in a different space away from home, they still have the same attitude towards their children. When the receptionist's mother picks the phone and finds that she is speaking to her child, she gets disinterested, which is equally funny as she does not even know why the child is calling. Another poem that is full of humor is More Dangerous Air by Engle, which brings out humor through its content. A poem like Nature Knows its Math by Joan Graham seems simple and shallow, but reading through it brings a lot of sense, meaning that it is thought-provoking uniquely. The poem gives the reader ideas on categorizing their various activities in life, making it easy to prioritize. That means that it is relatable to people's daily lives and can offer a solution to those struggling with planning and finding the right strategies to apply in various situations. The author uses common indicators such as divide, add, subtract and multiply, which everyone is familiar with and can use in any circumstance but has not thought of it in that manner. Words are Birds by Francisco Alarcon also seems shallow but has deep meaning after putting a lot of thought into its content. In this poem, the power of words has been magnified mostly concerning how one can use them in their favor or use them to save a situation. The personification of words in this poem also makes it unique “Some words die” (Alarcon), leaves one wondering how words could die. For poems like The Promise and The Meeting Point, repetition makes them unique hence interesting to read. In The Promise, the word stay has been used severally in every stanza, which could emphasize whatever the author says to the audience in the poem from the flowers, the spider, the leaf, and the earth. In The Meeting Point, repetition has been used differently as the first sentences have been repeated in the last sentences in every stanza differently. That makes the reader look forward to what the next stanza is about and the sentences being repeated. For poems like Monsters, This room, and Caged Bird, have appeared in this anthology because of the images they create in the minds of readers, which can create relatable images. Additionally, they create emotional and intellectual quality, meaning that one can connect with their content, emotional something that most readers look for, especially if poetry calms them down when in certain situations. All the poems in this collection are unique as different poets author them with different writing skills and ideas and exclusive word choices. Poems Taking One for the Team By Sara Holbrook We practiced together, sweat and stained. We pummeled each other and laughed off pain. Teams may disagree, may tease, may blame. Teams may bicker and whine, but get down for the game. You had my back. We fought the fight. And though our score was less last night, we're walking tall. Our team came through and stuck together like Crazy Glue. I'm proud to say I lost with you. Parents Poem By Jacqueline Woodson When people ask how, I say a fire took them. And then they look at me like I'm the most pitiful thing in the world. So sometimes I just shrug and say They just died, that's all. A fire took their bodies. That's all. I can still feel their voices and hugs and laughing. Sometimes. Sometimes I can hear my daddy calling my name. Lonnie sometimes. And sometimes Locomotion come on over here a minute. I want to show you something. And then I see his big hands holding something out to me. It used to be the four of us. At night we went to sleep. In the morning we woke up and ate breakfast. Daddy worked for Con Edison. You ever saw him? Climbing out of a manhole? Yellow tape keeping the cars from coming down the block. An orange sign that said Men Working. I still got his hat. It's light blue with CON EDISON in white letters. Mama was a receptionist. When you called the office where she worked, she answered the phone like this Graftman Paper Products, how may I help you? It was her work voice. And when you said something like Ma, it's me. her voice went back to normal. To our mama's voice Hey Sugar. You behaving? Is the door locked? That stupid fire couldn't take all of them. Nothing could do that. Nothing. Nature Knows its Math By Joan Bransfield Graham Divide the year into seasons, four, subtract the snow then add some more green, a bud, a breeze, a whispering behind the trees, and here beneath the rain-scrubbed sky orange poppies multiply. Words are Birds By Francisco X. Alarcón Words are birds that arrive with books and spring they love clouds the wind and trees some words are messengers that come from far away from distant lands for them there are no borders only stars moon and sun some words are familiar like canaries others are exotic like the quetzal bird some can stand the cold others migrate with the sun to the south some words die caged— they're difficult to translate and others build nests have chicks warm them feed them teach them how to fly and one day they go away in flocks the letters on this page are the prints they leave by the sea The Promise By Jane Hirshfield Stay, I said to the cut flowers. They bowed their heads lower. Stay, I said to the spider, who fled. Stay, leaf. It reddened, embarrassed for me and itself. Stay, I said to my body. It sat as a dog does, obedient for a moment, soon starting to tremble. Stay, to the earth of riverine valley meadows, of fossiled escarpments, of limestone and sandstone. It looked back with a changing expression, in silence. Stay, I said to my loves. Each answered, Always. More Dangerous Air By Margarita Engle Newsmen call it the Cuban Missile Crisis. Teachers say it's the end of the world. At school, they instruct us to look up and watch the Cuban-cursed sky. Search for a streak of light. Listen for a piercing shriek, the whistle that will warn us as poisonous A-bombs zoom close. Hide under a desk. Pretend that furniture is enough to protect us against perilous flames. Radiation. Contamination. Toxic breath. Each air-raid drill is sheer terror, but some of the city kids giggle. They don't believe that death is real. They've never touched a bullet, or seen a vulture, or made music by shaking the jawbone of a mule. When I hide under my frail school desk, my heart grows as rough and brittle as the slab of wood that fails to protect me from reality's gloom. Meeting Point By Louis MacNeice Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with the one pulse (Somebody stopped the moving stairs): Time was away and somewhere else. And they were neither up nor down; The stream’s music did not stop Flowing through heather, limpid brown, Although they sat in a coffee shop And they were neither up nor down. The bell was silent in the air Holding its inverted poise— Between the clang and clang a flower, A brazen calyx of no noise: The bell was silent in the air. The camels crossed the miles of sand That stretched around the cups and plates; The desert was their own, they planned To portion out the stars and dates: The camels crossed the miles of sand. Time was away and somewhere else. The waiter did not come, the clock Forgot them and the radio waltz Came out like water from a rock: Time was away and somewhere else. Her fingers flicked away the ash That bloomed again in tropic trees: Not caring if the markets crash When they had forests such as these, Her fingers flicked away the ash. God or whatever means the Good Be praised that time can stop like this, That what the heart has understood Can verify in the body’s peace God or whatever means the Good. Time was away and she was here And life no longer what it was, The bell was silent in the air And all the room one glow because Time was away and she was here. Monsters By Dorothea Lasky This is a world where there are monsters There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed. There is one monster. He is my little one. I talk to my little monster. I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him. I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster! And he growls, oh boy does he growl! And he wants something from me, He wants my soul. And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul And as he eats my gleaming soul, I am one with him And stare out his eyepits and I see nothing but white And then I see nothing but fog and the white I had seen before was nothing but fog And there is nothing but fog out the eyes of monsters. This Room By John Ashbery The room I entered was a dream of this room. Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine. The oval portrait of a dog was me at an early age. Something shimmers, something is hushed up. We had macaroni for lunch every day except Sunday, when a small quail was induced to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things? You are not even here. Caged Bird By Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. Journal 12 I could see how these authors narrate very interesting narratives which highlight the protagonists used. I could relate as to how the author from the essay " Moving water, Tucson" compared life and death to water. Indeed, we experience some surprising forces in life that draw us to a roller-coaster ride. At first, it's exciting but as the ride goes on and on, it becomes tougher. We couldn't help but scream out loud out of fear and doubts. When I was still a child, I didn't know I was adopted. I thought my parents whom I called mother and father were my biological parents but then I found out later on that they were just my grandparents. I wondered who my real mother was but it turned out that she was my sister. I got confused that time and got curious why she left me. I also wondered who my father was and just found out later on that he's dead already. I was sad with the fact that I wasn't able to meet him in person. Fortunately, my heart didn't long for love anymore since my grandparents whom I considered my biological parents filled this with love. I just felt sad somehow knowing that they didn't care about me. As years went on, I decided to focus with my own life and had a goal to help my grandparents. I tried to apply for scholarships in the city since we were not that well-off. I find ways to graduate and finish my course to prove to the people around me that I could survive, that I could manage and that I could be successful. At first, there were rejections I received. I was being compared to other applicants and got rejected over and over. I almost reached the point where I wanted to give up and just forget my plans but my inner side kept pushing me to keep going. In the middle of my perseverance, I asked help from my mother but she never tried to help me. I felt so alone that time. I didn't know what to do because things get tougher already especially when the examinations come. When I was about to graduate, a heavy storm came. All my reviewers, important things were washed out. That time, I froze. I wanted to cry but it's all gone. There's nothing that can be done about it. As I got older, I realized how life must be experienced like that. We need to be threatened and surprised to get to our best. I realized it's like a test which I have to pass to move forward. The process might be a heavy sailing but good sailors won't be labeled good without heavy ones. We just need to ready our minds to whatever circumstance that life may bring because when we overcome the hardest sail, good results will come. Journal 3 A friends apartment, The wall were grey and look very modern. The place had open ceilings, weird looking to me but I've noticed that is the style this year in time. Grey cabinets with an island in the middle. Granite countertops with different shades of grey and black. All appliance where grey. Grey is the new black. Grey is a neutral color in this year in time. Kitchen is connect to the living room very open floor plan. Even the couches are grey with grown curtains, the room give me the farmhouse vibes. The Television stands rustic grey like with a lantern Lamp on the side. Nice electric fireplace with family pictures on top. The floors are nice hardwood floors with different types of shades of grey. The restroom on the side of the laundry room. Restroom is normal size. Restroom has a shower area and granite countertop decorated with the colors blue, grey and teal. The smell of the room had different scents.There was a candle warming in the different areas of the apartment. The areas I walk in smell like lavender, or a cinnamon spice or island breeze. I like the island breeze because the apartments smell so refreshing and give me a clean house, organization in the house, and just feeling fresh. I love a place like that because it is clean and free. Companies can come over anytime and feel free to make themselves at home in a neat, clean environment. I love to go to my friends apartment! How do I approach writing a PREFACE for my final creative project? Your FINAL CREATIVE PROJECT should be composed of two items, a preface and a manuscript of your writing. By manuscript, I mean the creative work itself. I do not mean it has to be handwritten. On the contrary, your entire project should be typed. A preface is a piece of prose that precedes (comes before) the work to follow. In this case, the preface to your final project should be between 4 and 6 pages in length, double-spaced (approximately 250 words per page), and serve as an explanation to me, as your primary reader for the assignment, of why you are presenting the creative work you have chosen for this project. Thus, you might begin by discussing what kind of work you have included and why. . . - GENRE: Discuss the genre first—poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction (memoir), or some hybrid that might interweave two or more genres. - RATIONALE: You might then say what you find compelling about your genre(s) and why you have chosen this (these) particular piece(s). Is there some theme or a central concern that informs the work you are presenting? - ORGANIZATION: You should also say a word about how the manuscript you’re submitting is organized, its architecture. If you are submitting a group of poems, why are the poems ordered in the way they are? How do particular pieces resonate or echo each other as the poems proceed? If you are submitting chapters of a novel, are you presenting those chapters in order, Chapters 1, 2, 3, or have you chosen to include selected chapters? If so, why? How do you anticipate the novel’s trajectory, its development? If you include two or more short stories, talk about other stories you plan to include in the sequence. How do you anticipate those individual fictional works developing? Do they use a traditional plot arc, or do they rupture that arc somehow? Do they experiment with flash fiction? The same would be true for creative nonfiction. If you’ve chosen to include a work of memoir, is it in chapters? Is it a single long piece with more to come? A memoir is not an autobiography, i.e. the story of your whole life; rather, it is a slice of your life, a particular moment or sequence of moments in time. You may want to discuss briefly any background a reader might need to know that contextualizes the section of memoir you’ve included. - WRITING PROCESS: You may also wish to discuss your writing process in developing the materials you’ve chosen to include. There’s lots you can say about how you’ve come to this particular material, how you’ve approached the writing of the work, etc. Devote a good portion of your preface to this information if you can. - FUTURE PLANS: You may also want to talk about your future plans for the work you present. How finished is/are the piece(s) included? Is there still significant work to undertake? Have you considered trying to publish your work, or give a reading or performance of what you have written? What might be goals for bringing your work to an audience? - In conclusion, please feel you can share any other pertinent thoughts about your writing and the work included in the final portfolio (preface + manuscript). I leave that to each of you as unique persons with unique experiences, writing styles, and strategies to define as you wish. Mostly, ENJOY this process and the time you get to spend with your own writing! I hope some of these ideas help you get started on the preface and the development of the manuscript you will submit as your final project. Looking forward! Dr. Davidson Creative Writing University of Houston-Downtown Dr. Davidson Department of English THE CREATIVE PORTFOLIO Dear Poets and Writers, I envision your final project to be comprised of a manuscript of: 1) original work in poetry, fiction, or creative nonfiction, and 2) a preface which introduces and contextualizes that work. Your manuscript will be as unique in its structure as you and your own material are, thus it is difficult to offer you an exact number of entries or pages. The composition of your manuscript depends entirely upon your own writing interests, material, literary influences, and goals. These are the very issues we have been exploring this semester in our class together. I shall count upon your preface to serve as a defense of your manuscript, that is, your preface should provide context for my reading of your work. I anticipate the preface will be 4 – 6 pages in length, and you may draw upon any of your writings (journals, observations, workshop writings, or memoir) this semester for ideas and partial prose in the preface’s composition. For your manuscript, you may choose to present a cycle of poems or stories, a chapter of a novel, the beginning of a memoir—or if this is your first encounter with creative writing, you may wish to gather and organize your best pieces of writing from our notebook and workshop assignments for this course. Whatever your genre and material, your preface should offer your rationale for the manuscript you are presenting as a final project. I understand that this is an introductory course and that we have had only fifteen weeks to work together; however, I expect a full manuscript that demonstrates the scope of your work, and your growth as a writer, over the course of this semester. I leave the length (actual page count) of the manuscript to your discretion. Thank you very much for being part of this workshop. It has been a distinct pleasure and honor to work with each of you. Most gratefully, Dr. Davidson Creative Writing University of Houston-Downtown Dr. Davidson Department of English THE CREATIVE PORTFOLIO Dear Poets and Writers, I envision your final project to be comprised of a manuscript of: 1) original work in poetry, fiction, or creative nonfiction, and 2) a preface which introduces and contextualizes that work. Your manuscript will be as unique in its structure as you and your own material are, thus it is difficult to offer you an exact number of entries or pages. The composition of your manuscript depends entirely upon your own writing interests, material, literary influences, and goals. These are the very issues we have been exploring this semester in our class together. I shall count upon your preface to serve as a defense of your manuscript, that is, your preface should provide context for my reading of your work. I anticipate the preface will be 4 – 6 pages in length, and you may draw upon any of your writings (journals, observations, workshop writings, or memoir) this semester for ideas and partial prose in the preface’s composition. For your manuscript, you may choose to present a cycle of poems or stories, a chapter of a novel, the beginning of a memoir—or if this is your first encounter with creative writing, you may wish to gather and organize your best pieces of writing from our notebook and workshop assignments for this course. Whatever your genre and material, your preface should offer your rationale for the manuscript you are presenting as a final project. I understand that this is an introductory course and that we have had only fifteen weeks to work together; however, I expect a full manuscript that demonstrates the scope of your work, and your growth as a writer, over the course of this semester. I leave the length (actual page count) of the manuscript to your discretion. Thank you very much for being part of this workshop. It has been a distinct pleasure and honor to work with each of you. Most gratefully, Dr. Davidson Hi Monae, Thanks so much for being in touch and sorry to be slow in writing you back. I just went through the document you sent, and wanted to let you know what does and doesn’t work about it. - First of all, the writing workshop and the journals you’ve included are GREAT to include. They are your own creative writing. Second, you should delete the Favorite Poem Anthology, as that is not your own creative work—rather, the poems included there are by other authors. The reading journal on Jarrell is also not a creative piece—it is simply your response to a reading. So here’s what I suggest: - Keep the workshop writing and journals, and add more of these—another writing workshop, and maybe 3-4 more journals, and/or your memoir. All of that material is your own creative writing and would make a great portfolio. - Next step is to think about how you want to arrange those pieces—chronologically, from early in our class to the present, maybe? You can order them however you want to, but you need to think about the order and why you think they belong in that sequence. - Lastly, you will write up an introduction (what I’m calling a “preface”) to your group of writings that discussed what you’ve chosen to include and why. And if you have revised any of the original writings, talk some about what you revised, why, and what your process was. The Unseen Dome Monae Reed UHD FREE VERSE POEM: THE UNSEEN DOME “The Unseen Dome” Look around…. What do you see? The vacuum is consuming with no one in sight. The silence is never-ending…. No longer do the streets follow like a tedious argument. Instead, the empty streets have nothing to offer Look around… does it really matter? Like a patient etherized upon a table, We have no choice but to keep our distance. Apparently, it is “for your safety” Amidst the striving pandemic. Look around… the unending physical, emotional, and psychological pain. The trauma approaches fast. It is not sparing the young or the elderly. The weak and the strong 2 FREE VERSE POEM: THE UNSEEN DOME The ax cuts down everything in its path with no regrets. The wounds build negatively on the surrounding. Look around… isolation is the order of the day. Isolated rooms for the “unfortunate.” Isolated people for safety Isolated resources all in the name of equal allocation Isolated geographical boundaries that once were a link Look around… the norm of depleted resources Work from home, or is it work at home? The idleness for millions globally The entire concept of individualism at a whole new level Forced regulations to check movement at specific times Look around… the relief of prevention. The sun rises, and flowers start to blossom. A ray of hope 3 FREE VERSE POEM: THE UNSEEN DOME A better tomorrow At any cost… 4 Monae Reed Writer Workshop 3 The Title of the poem is I need You. I need you my love, my one and only love. This is all that I can offer to you I hope you love it, My heart belongs to you because you are the only one who provides the love that I need. The love that everyone's looking for, that's why I need you. You are my charger, You make my life full, full of happiness, blessings and full of hopes. I could travel the world just to be with you because I need you. I need you for the rest of my life, you gave me this shines that no one could take away from me and today I will not use google anymore because the search is over and all I need is You.