This was included for the same reason as Leaves. The nice thing about this journal is that is includes a short poem that I wrote. A poem is all about the human experience.

Wm. Jon Strauss

Observation Journal #3

Prof. Trimble

Meaning and Madness


This poem is about my memories of last fall -- something I wish I could relive this autumn. It is ,therefore, a subjective


experience of nature, which is how I best understand dear Emily would intend. In regards to the length, I am somewhat


of an impressionist in poetry; I try to capture just one fleeting feeling and the causes of it. There is a certain similarity


between my favorite Dickinson poems and my own and I believe it is in the conciseness of our style. All in all, I decided


it was best to allow my own style to take precedence rather than some poor bastardization of Emily's form. Anyways,


we share a birthday, so I'm allowed to my artistic liberties. ;-)  


Shadow

cold autumn freeze

the smell of fall's breeze

heartache for those rains


the fathoms of deepest sorrow

hold up the heavens

just to see one more day


the past has left me weak

returning amber trees

shattered asphalt leaves


coarse, tired, reflect skies

one wound -- one shame

and I live on


your picture, out of time

I've taken in my mind

your shadow's kept alive



A quick analysis of my poem  reveals many thoughts and memories that I experience in a brief moment. While strolling


through the park blocks, I happened upon something that brought back many emotionally charged memories. The rain


used to be something I loathed -- I'm a bit of a cat, I don't like getting wet -- yet, Molly and I used to walk in the rain nearly


every day. Suddenly, my loathing of rain became a different beast in its own -- I now wished for the rain.

    I then insert a stanza of internal thoughts (...Fathoms of deepest sorrow...) that follow a tangent relating to my desire

for the rain. Following that, I speak again about the past and conclude the stanza with my observation of amber leaves being

ground into the pavement.

From that point on, I bring the poem into my mind and my subjective experience of the fall. The final stanza ties the

entire poem together into one singular point: I relive memories of past times during this season.

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