PERMISSIONS: To view the blog, post on it, and comment on posts, you must be invited. I will send you an email invitation to join the blog, and then you must follow the instructions to join up and begin posting. You can't join the blog without first creating a Google account.

POSTING: Post your poems by clicking "New Post" at the top right of the page. Paste your poem into the window.

LABELING: Then label the post with the assignment name (i.e., "confessional poem," "sonnet," etc.), your name (i.e., "Tony Barnstone," etc.), and the week (i.e., "week one," "week two," but not "week 1"--spell out your numbers). If you post a poem in week two that is due in week three, label it "week three." When you begin to type in a label, the program will fill it in for you, so your post will be labeled with the rest of the poems in the same category.

COMMENTING: Afterwards, you can "comment" on the posts of your classmates. Post "group one" and "group two" one-page critical responses as "comments" on the posted poems, but also print out copies for me and for the poet and give them to us in class.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

My Tiny is a daisy, but mighty
is her rowring raging empty light smiles
Aqua derision and deference melt
In her wide eyes, she is framed by canary
wet diamond silk streaks and sheets of sorrow
hollow clouds wither in her trembling hands
and die, all is hidden by Maybell masks
She is framed by canary diamond silk
Streaks and sheets, he chips away the last shreds
Of innocence of eighteen years and tears
the tenderness he seems to give is really
only a curse, as he chips away the last
shreds of innocence of eighteen teared years
she turns to face the darkness and declare
battle deep within, the time has come to
run away from eighteen years of sin
she turns to face the darkness and declare
battle deep within,the past no longer
matters as she must cut a whole new path
the time has come to run away from eighteen
years of sin, to embrace the truth of now
soon the word will know her wrath, the past no
longer matters as she must cut a whole
new path. A hollow cloud withers in her
trembling hands and dies, Aqua skies melt
derision and deference in her eyes.

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