Final Sonnet ( A Child I had Loved)

I loved one,who never lived never spoke.
A child who never stirred or never cried
I feel as if it was all a bad joke,
but the infant in her womb just had died.
His small I knew I could've seen.
Who was not welcomed into this harsh world.
Wished he knew the sister, I could have been,
but inside her her womb, he had remained curled.
His eyes never opened to see the sky.
His fingers never moved to touch my own.
death got hold of him like a fly.
But I wished that he was never alone.
And now his tiny soul rests in peace,
but deep down my heart shall remain a crease.

Sonnet Responce

Another Sonnet for Stephan

By: Alvin Lester Sitomer

I see a little boy of four or five

Whose face lights up whenever we would play

Who made me feel it’s great to be alive

And wish that time would never tick away

I see a college youth who goes to Penn,

Strong and handsome, smart in mind and dress,

Enthusiastic, kind, who scores a “ten,”

Possessing every trait that spells success.

I see the man who cam from both those boys

Creating business plans and paths to wealth

With nonchalance, with skills and unique poise

While fighting back attackers of his health.

The boy, the youth, the man are each now gone,

Except that in my heart they linger on. 

      I thought that this sonnet was ver sweet and very detailed. "Another Sonnet for Stephan" was actually filled with details and one of my favorite sonnets out of the 6 sonnets we read so far. It was actually a perfect mentor for me also. I thought that the narrator could've been his father, because as you can see  the first sentence of the first stanza said" I see a little boy of four or five" which I thought that it could have been his father. I thought that this because maybe he saw his son at the age of 4 and 5 and this sonnet was in chronological order. 

   
        For example, The first stanza talks about the boy being 4 to 5. In the 2nd stanza it talks about how the same boy grows up and and goes to college. The boy grows up to be strong and handsome and get a very good job and later it also mentions that "While fighting back attackers of his health." I think that meant how he and ill and he was fighting his disease. 
I think that it made sense that it was his father because I really didn't think that it would make sense we.. it says " I see a boy of 4 or 5" it sounds more as if the father will say it.


    Furthermore, It talk about the boys life in chronological order and I think the dad may witness that. And it also mentions how dad linger on... I think a dad may feel this way when his son dies. These are the reasons above why I think that the narrator just have been the dad.

What is Death? *Revised*

Death is sorrow and grieve.
Blackness of the night. 
Death means an end. 
Memories return, but
never fades.
Heart aches of  loss.
Head hurts thinking about... death.
Silent, grey, gloomy and dull. 
Shadows appears on the plain white walls.
Death is a clock as time slips away.
Death will return everyday.

What happens to a World Deferred? (Revised Poem #1)

What would happen if the world deferred?
Will the sun ever rise?
Will the moon ever go down?
or will it stay frozen,
like a hare in the headlight of a car.
Or will the world stay silent... forever?
or is it dead,
 like a candle you burned out?
Will there be any life living in the world?
All black and grey and gloomy.
Or will it disappear?

Mary Cassat-- Baby Reaching for an Apple.

               
        Mary Cassatt was born in Pennsylvania, 1844.Mary Cassatt seemed like a very interesting  artist... so this is why I decided to write a poetry about Mary. I looked at her painting and drawings and her pictures are mostly about about mom's and her kids. She lived in France and quickly got interested in artwork and wanted to paint, but her father disapproved because she was a woman ( Olden days women has strict laws).( Source: MikeVenezia Pages 2- 16) I decided to to her painting " Baby Reaching for an Apple" because it was really sweet and interested me. I decided that I would write my poem in the mothers point of view... so I did. I added similes and Mary also painted with another group of artist" The Impressionist" her painting was a oil canvas and I thought the colors matched with the theme and uses soft colors. I also since Mary loved drawing pics on family...  why didn't she have kids of her own?  I thought that this picture was very calm and sweet and it sort of made me think about my very own mother. I liked how Mary Cassatt drew this picture because I like how she drew the baby's eyes. His eyes were looking up at the apple and he seems like he really want that apple and his eyes look... intense. I also liked how Mary used oil painting and the colors also blend in. I am in Art, so I was interested what oil painting were. Oil Paint is a paste made with ground pigment and drying oil such as lindseed oil. <www.dictionary.com>. I closely observed Mary Cassatt's painting and I noticed that she did a good job on contrasting the colors together. For example, If you look at the baby's feet its sort of a peach-ish color and on the edge of the baby's leg she painted it a bit lighter. I think she used this technique to show effects  of the sunlight on the baby's naked leg. I also noticed  there were creases and if you look closely, you can that there are some dark shades because I think it's because she painted  it with oil or maybe she did on purpose. "Mary decided to be an artist... not just a artist, but a serious artist" < Mike Venezia pages 8-9>
I agree with Mike Venezia because Mary as a very interesting artist and Mary Cassatt is also very serious artist... even thought she was a women! 

               
                 Poem:         
               His smile,
               melts my heart.
               His hair golden, like the sunshine.
               Eyes blue like the ocean. 
               Reaching for the branch.
               His tiny body.
               Soft pink skin.
               I hold his close, 
                and tight.
               I grip the branch.
               pushing it closer,
               to my baby... Reaching for an apple.