Kimberly+Yarnall

__Ode__

This hole is as big as me, Sucking me in by the edges, It surrounds me. With its wide mouth opening wider, Or is this all in my head? The shape surprises me. A man, a woman, or is it just open space, Which no one knows where it leads. This hole is bigger than me, With more than I need to get by, It is holding me in and keeping me for ransom. This hole surrounded by the trees, The memories of the past. Holding me down, I can’t get out now. This hole with it’s round edges, Are getting sharper. I can feel it against my body, As it pulls me in. I can’t get out.

"Praise" Poem

Remember when we were little? We used to play those silly little games. We used to be so close. We didn't care what those people thought. We were the outcast. We were the kids, Who stuck by each others sides. I told you my secrets. You told me yours. We were so close. I remember when you had to move. I remember when we played cops and robbers. I remember so much. I bet you remember so little. I wish it was like that again. I wish I could be young. Without all the trouble. The breakups, the mistakes. I wish someone could have replaced you. I wish I could remember all the times. I can't. I was only nine...

Riff:

I told you before boy I like your style, So why don’t you stay with me for awhile. When did I say I was going anywhere? I’m here to stay.

Because I told you before boy I like your style, Let’s stop these city lights and listen to these sounds, And watch the colors dance around us. Just hold onto my hand and please follow me, Cause I’ll be there whenever you need.

Oh just stick around for awhile, I wanna see your smile. I’m dancing all around these rooms, And singing at the top of my lungs.

“Just hold onto my hand and please follow me, cause I’ll be there whenever you need.”

Could you hear me singing that night? Oh I told you before boy, I like your style. So why don’t you stay with me for awhile.

I can hear you singing, “If you knew her you’d ask me so many questions, she’s confused about her image, although we all agree she’s so beautiful.”

Can you hear the whispers, Running through your head? Could you ever forgive yourself for leaving, I’ve been listening to you singing through the night. Please just stay with me for awhile.

To feel something for the first time, Is like a new beginning, To the chapters of the book you create, The story yet to be finished. When you love and loose on the way, It’s a heart breaking for the first time.

But love grows, Feelings change, And you can love again, There is always another part to your story.

Nevershoutnever!- Myfriendjane Two Tongues- Back Against The Wall Jamestown Story- Whenever You Need

Sonnet:

Can you feel the waves at your feet, (a) And the sand running between your toes. (b) I’m listening to your heartbeat, (a) I can feel this as it grows. (b)

It’s like a ticking bomb, (c) It might explode right in your hand. (d) You just need to be calm, (c) Don’t fall right where you stand. (d)

Feel the fire burning inside, (e) Your soul, your heart. (f) At that was the last time she cried, (e) Don’t let this start. (f)

I can hear this over and over again. (g) Just stay close my friend. (g)

Kimberly Yarnall 2/5/09 Poems: Poetry means a lot to me. It is a way someone expresses themselves. I see poetry as a way to write out how you feel. It is putting words into context that maybe others wont understand, but you, yourself can. I hate when people look at someone else’s work and says that it is “bad”. Poetry isn’t bad. Just because you don’t like it, doesn’t mean it’s bad. It is someone’s way to put their words out there, and even if it isn’t appealing to you, it means something to that person. When I write, I don’t think I just keep writing. I don’t care what comes out and if it sounds “good” or “bad”. I just like to get all my emotions out onto a piece of paper and I keeping writing and writing until I feel better. When writing, I don’t use any strategies. I really don’t like writing when I’m told to. I have to feel it. I can’t just pull emotions out from inside and put them on a piece of paper, it all has to flow. The thing I like the most about writing is when it does flow, even when you don’t mean for it to. When it all just comes together and creates something beautiful. I like reading other people’s work and building from their ideas. Mostly younger people’s work because I can relate to it more and understand what they are saying. I don’t like the difficult reading that I can never understand. For this project I didn’t really like having a date on when to have everything in, but it was kind of fun. Probably one of the reasons being since I haven’t wrote any poems in a really long time. For the Riff poem I took parts from songs that had meanings to what is going on with me right now in my life. It gave me time to express how I was feeling today when I wrote it in class and it just put me in a good mood overall. If we did this again I would be happy with that. Even though I don’t like having a set date with writing poems, I liked doing this. I thought it was kind of fun, and it let me get a lot out with this poetry portfolio.

Kay Ryan's Poems: code Nothing exists as a block and cannot be parceled up. So if nothing's ventured it's not just talk; it's the big wager. Don't you wonder how people think the banks of space and time don't matter? How they'll drain the big tanks down to slime and salamanders and want thanks?

Patience is wider than one once envisioned, with ribbons of rivers and distant ranges and tasks undertaken and finished with modest relish by natives in their native dress. Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable— a place with its own harvests. Or that in time's fullness the diamonds of patience couldn't be distinguished from the genuine in brilliance or hardness.

code One could almost wish they wouldn't; they are so far apart, so random. One cannot wait, cannot abandon waiting. The three or four occasions of their landing never fade. Should there be more, there will never be enough to make a pattern that can equal the commanding way they matter.

Kimberly Yarnall 2/5/09 Reflection: My favorite poem by Kay Ryan is, Patience. I liked this poem the most because it says all these things that patience is. For example, line 1 to 3, I think he is saying how patience is bigger than you would have thought. It’s not just a simple thing. You need to be able to have patience and it will actually mean something. It also says in line 14 to 18, that you can never run out of patience, if you’re willing to be a patient person. His poems are mostly about one thing, and builds off of itself. It starts off as an object most of the time and then goes into something else. I think that is why I like these poems so much. I like poets who are able to be creative and build off of themselves and create something beautiful. For me, his poems are hard to understand. When I first read them, I didn’t understand what he was talking about. Now that I keep reading them over again and again, I am started to understand them. In like 3 to 4 on his poem, Nothing ventured, he writes “So if nothing’s ventured, it’s not just talk.” I think what he was saying was if you don’t try and explore something, then you can’t really tell people about it. With these poems I got inspiration from them. I don’t know what it was. The way he wrote, or how he explained things, but it made me think about things. Especially patience because I am not a patient person. I liked his poems the most out of everyone else on the website you gave us. I found him as an inspiration and something to look at when I feel like writing.

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