Catherine+Nardone

"Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." - Unknown

__** December 11th **__
December 11th kinda sad, kinda mad, desperate to know whats happening.

December 11th drive home, drive to the hospital, wanting an explanation.

December 11th in the waiting room, in the doctor's room, trying to understand.

December 11th asking the doctor, asking my dad, urging to help.

December 11th looking at her, looking at my dad, attempting to figure out circumstances.

December 11th gone from life, gone from the hospital, back home to patch things up

__** Ode to Ice Cubes **__

In the freezer, there you lay, in that tray... in the freezer.

Summer time in the breeze, eat them with cheese or not.

ice cubes make people happy. when they're not in underwear... but in glasses.

not the ones you wear on your face. but the ones that people drink out of. and they're really good. just kidding they have no taste.

okay. i have to go. i want a glass of ICEd tea. from a tray, in a freezer i'm meeting larry and joe.

**__ I Seriously Think Charlie Sheen is My Long Lost Realtive, or Something. __**
I closed my eyes and in a nanosecond I cured myself. I agree with myself that sharks explode. a phase is when you sleep with a can of soup. someone should throw you out of a window. i like putting my away status as "out to lunch" when its 1 o'clock in the morning. what up chicken legs? i don't understand inflation. (Thanks to Charlie Sheen and Ruben Burenstein for the quotes.)

__** These people... **__
When I was born, 16 years ago, my mommy popped out a wee baby in the morning I feel the need to drink orange juice since my aunt told me it helps your immune system...s of equations is something my algebra 2 teacher taught me this year i've been so busy trying to catch up on all of my work at the shop has been so fun lately i've ignored my friends are so cool for listening to all of my insane problems with life are just a part of life as we know it all teenager, yep thats me i'm my father's daughter... he raised me as his daughter, you'd expect me to be as smart as him, but no way will I ever do anything that makes Rachael upset, thats not nice is what my little brother is to me the world so far I guess I have a lot of people in my life influencing me in the best possible way to be raised, is by your family who loves you.

__** The Bangorians **__
We're coming together from far-away... We all congregate at the same old place, Old memories that are coming to play. Remembering those familiar faces, Hugging the ones we don't get to see, Catching up on all of our latest news... As we sit up in the back by the tree, Release, unleash, no city in our views. We think, we feel, we're all talking out here. Assembling at the special occasions, Looking at those beautiful cake tiers Adding up the family equations... Parting is such sorrow for each of us, But, there will always be love to express.

__** Self Poem Analysis **__


To express what my poetry has, is a difficult thing for me to do, since, I try a lot of different things to make my poems what they are. I don't even know if they're considered poetry. I think you'd have to have someone else look at the poems to see what it is for what they are. I think that I just have a distinct style, as what everyone should have, since everyone is different and they all have different things that they incorporated in their poetry. I, shamefully, might have stolen some techniques… but, oh well. I mean they've done it in a probably more creative way than I have. Some things that I may have taken to heart in my poetry, I think would be the rules for the sonnet. Once Mr. Block clearly explained what a sonnet had to contain, I really took that and ran with it, and it seems to me that the poem came together really well… yes, it's about family. But… that's a big part of what my life is, and they always say to write about what you know… and I know my family. So, that's what I did. Another thing that could have been a little wishy washy would probably be the ode, riff, and the I was raised by poem. Haha, I think I really outdid myself what with being really ridiculous with the ode, but can't poetry be a little silly sometimes? I mean, there aren't any guidelines! My I was raised by poem, I think I had an idea to make all the lines flow together… and I think that that really worked… and I was happy about that. All in all, I think that pretty much explains my poetry, not good though, but in a nutshell. Hope you enjoyed!

__** Poet Analysis **__
E.E. Cummings, as a poet, is a genius in my opinion. He uses different types of patterns, such as playing with capitalization, parentheses, commas, and indentations. He speaks of love and what isn't known to the naked eye. He speaks of fairy tales and dreams, and wishes… it's like he's taking a creation from someone's innermost dreams and brings them to life on the paper. His words speak to you and make you feel something real. In his poem "[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]", he's talking about how he keeps his love's love in his heart, and he's carrying it wherever he goes. He wants for him, what she wants for her. It's a touching poem, and ends with the opening line, which can be seen as a unique pattern. In "[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]", there is the use of a lot of parentheses, and commas. E.E. Cumming has a very unique style as to why he phrases the things he says in that way. Another poem that talks about love is "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond". I think that this poem is really special since he doesn't capitalized the word "I". I think that this is because the poem isn't fixated on him. Well, I mean, it is, but he's not the one who is manifesting his love to himself. it's him that's expressing his love to his… well, love. I think that he doesn't capitalize "I" because he doesn't consider himself important compared to her. It's such a great poem, since he carries over his creative techniques of using punctuation in odd places; but it works somehow. There are, however, some poems that don't talk about love. Take "[in Just-]". In this poem he talks about spring, and what is seen in the world at that time. In this poem, E.E. Cummings uses a lot of indentations, and line breaks to make the poem a lot more interesting. An excerpt:

"the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing"

E.E. Cummings may be a strange writer who you may think uses punctuation way to much. But I feel, after I've examined his writings of at least 5 poems, that he would write as someone would talk. In real life, not just a conversation, but an expression of one's true feelings towards one another. He speaks of love even better than in a fantasy, or love story, or fairy tale. It's a declaration of his true colors, and his passion, desire, and his longing for the subject that we, as humans, can't really figure out, what is known as "love".