Ronald+Jackson

** "A poem begins with a lump in the throat." ~Robert Frost **


In my poems, I used techniques that I had never before attempted to. I was indeed nervous at first, but was successful in the end. I found myself becoming emotional when reviewing my own poems. Thus, I am confident that my reader will feel the same.

One of the unfamiliar techniques that I used was making lines incomplete sentences. I would usually write poems in a paragraph format, leaving lines ending with periods. However, I learned that when the line is incomplete, it creates emphasis on the final word. This helps one to make the message be recognized.

Another technique that I used was taking a quote from another poet and using it as my first line. I was once again unsure of myself because I couldn’t see how a whole poem could be written on one line. Yet, it was really easy. I found myself adding as much detail as I could to each line. Before I knew it, I had a whole poem that was practically completed.

In the future, I plan to use those techniques more often. They have helped me to make a more meaningful poem that hopefully impacts my reader greatly. At this point, I feel like the next Robert Frost.

That was the day that I became me I went to that zoo, and was never the same That was it
 * Memory Poem of Life **

That was the day I met that fascinating creature I went to the zoo, and was never the same That was it

Now I know what I'm here for All from the day I went to the zoo, and was never the same This is it media type="file" key="Recording_RJackson.m4a" width="300" height="50"

Oh Earth, how are thee Keeping me happy day to day Giving me life You are the living home
 * Ode to Earth **

Yet, you are slowing More each day You give away less life than before You are the somewhat living home

Now, you are dying Not existing, every day There is no life now, you are barren You were the living home

Now what's next Are you going to dissolve into nothing Can you every be used again Only time will tell

Is there time?

"Ah Sunflower, weary of time..." ~William Blake That was the most lovely sound I'd ever heard, up to that point I couldn't waste time I moved in and felt the shame of my betrayal
 * Riff From One I Love **

I shouldn't have done it I have such regret My heart burns with miserable pains Yet, my mind feels nothing

Was I wrong Was I tempted There must be an explanation I must ask myself of it

Yellow fluffiness, a long beak Poem writing, unicycle riding Chubby belly, a little tail Long legs, big feet I was raised by a bird
 * I Was Raised By Big Bird **

Snuffy's friend, Elmo's counterpart A pink tongue, Jerry-curl head, Flightless, Cheery Teddy bear loving, nest sleeping I was raised by a large canary

Sesame Street living, feather plucking Rollerskating, tie wearing Drawing, singing Sunny day, sweeping the clouds away I was raised by an egg layer.

One day, I loved the sunshine Plus the brightness that it made Then these items, I combined And I the result was a fade I was falling asleep My eyes were closing down There was nothing to keep Me from making a frown So I went with it I couldn't burn more fuel The feeling I wanted to hit With a hammer like tool It was no more I could do How does this affect you?
 * Sonnet About An Ending Day **

Robert Frost was a famous American poet. He often wrote about nature, which drew my attention. So, I read one of his poems, entitled "Blue-Butterfly Day". I was immediately captured by the second line. It spoke of a beautiful spring day, with light, fluffy clouds in the sky. My body began to feel peaceful. I continued reading and found myself quite content after having a droopy day. After that, I knew that he was the poet of my choice. I became even closer to him once I read "Into My Own". This poem spoke of dreams that thoughts that he had. It ended saying that the he became even more sure of himself. At that point, I suddenly felt a connection between us. I felt the feelings that he was experiencing, and after reading also became more sure of myself. Given these feelings, I'm sure that his poems will influence the feelings of many other readers wherever they may need it.
 * Robert Frost: The Poet of Chills **