Jack A. Hardin
English 1109 at 1:45, Mon
Oct 12, 2020
Snapshot Three
Just a quick background story; I didn’t read the assignment thoroughly, let alone read it at all. I thought we could write any kind of poem however we wanted and about whatever we wanted. When I realized that I had to write a poem about a family member after writing a poem about the stars, I was discouraged. I didn’t know anybody that would be interesting to write about until my dad suggested writing about my Great Grandfather. Frank J. Fetta. He served in World War I as an engineer. He helped build and repair bridges. He wasn’t on the front lines, but he saw some horrifying stuff. When my mom was a kid, she and her siblings would ask him what he did in the war. He would lie, saying that he got sick due to Appendicitis. Some years before when I was in a sophomore in high school, my uncle discovered Frank’s journal he made out of a small bank account book. It turned out that he was overseas for some time. I wanted to dedicate the poem in the form of haiku. A Japanese style of poetry that consists of three lines. The first line would be five syllables, the next would be seven, and the last five. After finishing the haiku, I went over the requirements for the assignment and blew up. We had to write a full-on poem about a close friend or family member with less than 14 syllables, two metaphors, two stanzas, and a phrase that they would say. So I had to write another poem. Lesson learned I guess. I included the haiku at the end because it was too good to pass.
To My Beloved Sister
To my beloved sister,
with her brilliant, blue dress.
“Hi, snickerdoodle!” she said,
as she danced into a twister.
She sent my fears asunder,
on a day of crashing thunder.
We watched movies in a box,
ignoring the time on the clocks.
She is the light of my journey
a candle in life’s tunnels.
She is a flower in spring,
who got rid of life’s worries
My sister; victor of thunder,
my sister; the best of friends,
my sister; dancer of blue,
Anisa; my red-head wonder.
PFC Frank J. Fetta
He fought in a war.
All he told his descendants,
“I went and came back.”
I love how your sister is someone who always seems like a saving grace to you. The last stanza especially was my favorite, I like how it brings back words like thunder and the blue dress she wears. It's really comforting to see how close you are with a sibling, because i can relate with my brother. I even wrote my poem about him too. Him and I never used to be as close as we are now though. Have you always been close with Anisa?
ReplyDeleteEver since I was born! Literally! She was my all-time baby sister. Fun story, when she realized that she was going to have a sibling, she wanted a redhead brother. My parents didn’t think that would be the case, but here I am! She helps me with my book, giving thoughtful feedback and her unique perspective. She is one of kind!
DeleteI'm sorry how you wrote so many poems and then it turned out that it didn't fit the requirements. I also think that the last stanza was really good as well. I like how you started each one with "my sister" except for the last one when you used her name "Anisa". It's a great poem and I'm glad that I got to read it. Do you enjoy writing poems more now that you've written more?
ReplyDeleteYes! The first one I wrote I was planning to use for my book which one of my characters would say. Even though it wasn’t part of the assignment, it gave me the drive to finish it all in one night after so many days of wishful thinking. All of these poems were worth it.
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