amberj’s writings

In my senior year of high school we were asked to write a model poem; I picked this poem by:

William Wordworth

“THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US; LATE AND SOON”

THE world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; 10

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

Written in: 1806

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My (Amber Jentink’s) Poem:

“Looking in a Mirror”

I am a girl looking in a mirror, look

up in the sky, way up high, the night sky I

look. No, wait I see a bird as it passed by

I wonder to myself as I sit by the brook

as I was reading a wonderful book

There is some Canadian Wild Rye

I notice as I am sitting eating my pie

A man comes to me and says “come take a look”

I come and see it, it is a dead bird

I cry and I weep, full of sorrow

Here it comes a large group, a herd

knowing the concequences of morrow.

Although the night is very much preferred

along the tops of Kilimanjaro.

Written in 2004

The orange, pinks and blues in the sky surprises me to a stutter of words to write, The tranquil pond sits beside me the fish in it glare through the water, Looking at me as though I am an intruder of their realm of being.
The yellow one sunshine, my fish, looks like a Chinese New Year dragon.
As I sit here by the tranquil pond in my backyard, I wonder if my fish ever have a taste of what is out there, in the world. Will he ever visit China and see these dragons, and then wish he were one? A taste of satisfaction is all anyone needs in life, a taste of what will come. As the night grows darker, and thus the sooner I go, after the minor interruption,  Is there some reason why all of the physical lights go on brighter as the cosmical ones grow darker, and yet god always provides light even in darkness.