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The Room
As eyes begin to open, they are attacked by the bright light.
A few blinks and an image appears,
blurry at first, but all is then clear.
Vivid and lively colors bounce around the room.
A playground.
A common object is seen throughout.
It is shiny, a glass
filled with a worriless smile.
Bubbles rise to the top, and explode in the open air,
fueling the night.
A breath is taken, and a unique scent
rushes through the nostrils.
The smell of life,
beating through the heart of the room.
Will it ever stop?
A desirable aroma-
or an aroma of desire?
The breath is released from the body,
a sound is heard.
It is an infectious echo that fills the room
spreading like a disease.
No one can escape the reach
of its melodious vice
gripping tighter and tighter.
A puppet master,
pulling the strings of all in the room,
From left to right they sway,
never straying afar,
from the resonating tune.
A new breath is inhaled and at the same moment
an unknown flavor appears on the tongue.
Taste buds are baffled by its unordinary hint,
of elegance and class.
A smile then forms, seemingly unprovoked.
Taking a step forward and never looking back
consumed by the night,
until the morning sun arrives to set them free.
As eyes begin to open, they are attacked by the bright light.
A few blinks and an image appears,
blurry at first, but all is then clear.
Vivid and lively colors bounce around the room.
A playground.
A common object is seen throughout.
It is shiny, a glass
filled with a worriless smile.
Bubbles rise to the top, and explode in the open air,
fueling the night.
A breath is taken, and a unique scent
rushes through the nostrils.
The smell of life,
beating through the heart of the room.
Will it ever stop?
A desirable aroma-
or an aroma of desire?
The breath is released from the body,
a sound is heard.
It is an infectious echo that fills the room
spreading like a disease.
No one can escape the reach
of its melodious vice
gripping tighter and tighter.
A puppet master,
pulling the strings of all in the room,
From left to right they sway,
never straying afar,
from the resonating tune.
A new breath is inhaled and at the same moment
an unknown flavor appears on the tongue.
Taste buds are baffled by its unordinary hint,
of elegance and class.
A smile then forms, seemingly unprovoked.
Taking a step forward and never looking back
consumed by the night,
until the morning sun arrives to set them free.
Reflection:
I chose to create a poem for this part of the project because I have always like writing poetry and I felt that this was a great opportunity to use my liking of poetry to my advantage. Another reason for the poem is that I feel that poetry really forces one to think creatively and since that was a main aspect of the project, I thought that poetry would be effective.
Reference:
In this poem, my whole goal was to show the connection between the era of the 1920's (the Jazz Age) and the Great Gatsby, particularly the famous parties that Jay Gatsby was known for. The whole aura and atmosphere of the Jazz Age and of Gatsby's parties was one of music and dance and of people gathering together to have a good time. In my poem, The Room, I attempted to illustrate through the senses a vivid image of what a party at Gatsby's mansion would look like and the feelings that one would experience while present. I researched the Jazz Age and focused on the scenes in the novel that specifically describe Gatsby's parties to construct my poem.
I chose to create a poem for this part of the project because I have always like writing poetry and I felt that this was a great opportunity to use my liking of poetry to my advantage. Another reason for the poem is that I feel that poetry really forces one to think creatively and since that was a main aspect of the project, I thought that poetry would be effective.
Reference:
In this poem, my whole goal was to show the connection between the era of the 1920's (the Jazz Age) and the Great Gatsby, particularly the famous parties that Jay Gatsby was known for. The whole aura and atmosphere of the Jazz Age and of Gatsby's parties was one of music and dance and of people gathering together to have a good time. In my poem, The Room, I attempted to illustrate through the senses a vivid image of what a party at Gatsby's mansion would look like and the feelings that one would experience while present. I researched the Jazz Age and focused on the scenes in the novel that specifically describe Gatsby's parties to construct my poem.
