Scar On A Man Poem

“Early evening light slants over the mountains..The crows have disappeared...I am no longer cold...In the distance, I hear the sound of

In “The Poem You Asked For” by Larry Levis, he is comparing writing a poem by comparing it to a plant, stubborn person, and toad. Larry Levis, a 20th-century writer is well known for his brevity and surprise approach in poetry. This poem magnifies the complications that authors may face while trying to write something of such importance. The speaker uses an abundant amount of figurative language to personify how writing is so difficult, and can lead to many difficulties and dead ends. The author uses figurative language to portray the theme of difficulties in the writing process such as: difficulties prewriting, writers block, and how hard it is to let go of writing as an author.

She retraces the mountain of her ancestry every single day quietly. In the wind she can smell the scent of her ancestors made from crushed pale blue leaves of the mountain. The smell is coming from up the mountain side from which her ancestors descended from, where the mountain lion laid down and ate their deer. It is better to be where she once came from, where her ancestors came from, up on that mountain watching nature. The elderly that remember it once are all gone, the old songs of ancestors are forgotten, and the story where it all began died with its memory. The memory of the culture dances in the snow frost moonlight, swam in the freezing mountain water, went through the

The poem Hurt Hawks by Robinson Jeffers is a very spiritual poem about a man who finds an injured hawk that will never be able to fly again. The narrator mentions in the poem that he would rather kill a man than a hawk because a hawk has never done anything to him, but there are many people who have done things to hurt him. He takes the Hawk home with him for about six weeks until he realizes that the Hawk would rather die than not be able to fly. He shoots the Hawk and see his spirt fly off. He mentions that the Hawk not only symbolizes other hawks dying but men as well.

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

Have you ever went through a heartbreak? Do you remember detail by detail a certain event. Do you get sad or happy when that memory comes to mind? Daniel Halpern in his poem “Scars” uses symbolism to talk about these subjects because it tends to move on a deeper level and bring a subconscious connection to the poem, he uses foreshadowing to let the reader’s know something important is coming up, lastly the author uses flashback to present past information relevant to present situations. Using all the literary elements Daniel Halpern creates a relatable poem discussing scars and how they remind you of your stories even when your heart can’t. Your scars are part of who you are as much as your heartbreak. The heart doesn’t remind you of what you need to remember, a scar can come from a good and bad experience. In the poem “Scars” by Daniel Halpern, he uses symbolism, foreshadowing, and flashbacks creating a strong, powerful theme, you will always remember your past experiences.

I’ve preserved thee with the warmth of my heart, I long for the embrace with arms spread wide apart. These’re unspoken words smeared with my tears, I’ve colour’d thee not just in days but years. I’ve told whatever I have to tell you; It’s to you whether to accept or bid adieu.

The mountain feels as if it is my second home, when I’m shredding the fresh blanket of pow that just fell my body and mind are truly at peace. I don’t have to act a certain way or listen to anyone, alone I choose my own path and act as if nobody is watching. Walking in the halls of high school I feel like just another fish swimming to the same point as everyone else, I don’t get to be who I want

In Sharon Olds’s poem The Victims, the speaker tells the multifaceted story of her abusive father and the subsequent estrangement of her family, while eventually likening her story to bums she sees sitting in filth and squalor. The speaker’s family withstood torment from the father all the while taking “it in silence” (2). In a nice twist, the father is divorced and humiliatingly grinned at by his own children when he loses his job, presumably becoming a bum after losing his income and family. The speaker tells her story in two different parts with two similar, yet different, tones, beginning with one of resentful glee and ending with one of wonderment.

Relating to each other is not a technique we're born with. It's like a muscle that needs to be developed over time—and massaged when it hurts.

While we were reading the different poems in the Springboard book, I took notice to the poem “Scars”. I especially enjoyed this poem because of the word choice, flow of the poem, and the message that the poet was trying to convey to the audience. The poem “Scars” talks about how Scars only remind us of the bad memories and that, the good memories fade away because we don’t have anything that reminds us of them. I enjoyed stanza 13 where it states, “It’s easy to recall what doesn’t heal, more difficult to call back what leaves no mark, what depends in memory to bring forward what’s been gone so long”. I don’t know what it is about this stanza, but it makes me want to think back about all of the good memories I have.

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

We had left at sunrise, and arrived sometime in the afternoon. The sky was darkening and the scene was beautiful, you could hardly see through the dense forest as the new leaves swayed in the wind. Me and my family had decided to go to the river which was very close to the campsite. We were all alone.

Late the night, calm the wind, the longing for home-bound grows strong. As glassy waters of the river flow, bright moonlight is carried

Edward Estlin Cummings was born on the 14th of October 1894. He was an American poet, painter, essayist, author and playwright. He is known to have approximately 2,900 poems, two autobiography novels, four plays, several essays as well as paintings and drawings. I admire his work and im definitely a hopeless romantic at heart and that is why I have chosen to do the poem, “I carry your heart with me”