Branch 1: "Summer Time and the Livin is Easy..."

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Dear Forest-Walkers,

Welcome to the summer time of my life in this, the year of, 2012.  It has been a long time since I have blogged.  If you are reading this, thank you.  I find happiness in having my voice heard and I will work on posting at least once a week thought out the summer.  If this is your first time traveling the forest with me, refer to my first post for the Branching definitions of my written expressions. As for this entry...

Branch 1: The Muses

Euterpe, I thank you.
Calliope, I thank you.
Erato, I thank you.

As some of my friends may know, I tend to constantly battle in some sense or an other with the feminine.  And though I do this, I know that it is the women in my life who have assisted in healthfully sustaining myself.  You are all my muses and I thank you.

It is hard to keep my poetry voice spoken and written throughout the school year. As many teachers know, your personal pleasures outside of educating the youth must be abandoned--or so it can be felt.  It has been a long time since I have written poetry, blogs, or anything else aside from a Facebook post.  I have said a few times recently that my muses abandon me during the year, because I do not listen to them.  As they should. Why would they give to a mortal who does not answer in thankfulness or expression?  But they have not abandoned me.  They have keep watch upon me and I know I am a loved conduit for their access to the mortal plain.  For I have written one poem a day for the last three days.  Neither of us has abandoned each the other.  I will place snippets of those three pieces and explanations of them. I will try to provide links and you can email me for completed version of each of what I have up to this point.  I definitely appreciate critique, thoughts, feelings and reactions to my pieces.  I hope you enjoy and please leave me a comment both here and on my Facebook page. 

Sincerely,

                       Cid Galicia

Thursday June 7th
Title:                    Sieve and Sand
Poem Type:         Free Verse
Draft:                  Second Draft
Theme:                Duality of Self
Symbols:             English Grammar: Antecedents, Pronouns, Semi-Colons, and Correlative Conjunctions
Link:                   Facebook Note
Excerpt:

Sieve and Sand
                -Fahrenheit 451 “The Sieve and the Sand”
                 Ray Bradbury

time
elicits pathways of thought;
ideas cascade as water
down the mind wall,
pools into focus channels,
 and assorts.
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Thursday June 8th
Title:                    Human Capital
Poem Type:         Spoken Word
Draft:                   Second Draft
Theme:                State of Education
Symbols:            
Link:                   Facebook Note #2
Excerpt:


You see he doesn’t hear the staff room chat visits
Where the old-school teachers and the new-young TFA kids often self inquizit
In questions that is
Where their silent minds
In silent voices say
                               Do I still even like being a teacher today?
You see for me, my mind’s display
Is purely made of         E.         L.         A.    (ELA)
Synapses to synapses an expository essay:
Brainstorm       10 points
Rough Draft     20 points
Peer Edit          30 points

What’s the points of the points?
Where do they point, to?
Because my teacher’s dad once said:
            That education used to be a humanity
            But now, it’s a business instead
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Thursday June 8th
Title:                    The Raven and the Jay

Poem Type:         Ballad (without a repeated refrain as of yet)
Draft:                   First Draft

Theme:                Internal Moral Struggle

Symbols:             Raven-Hellish     Jay-Heavenly
Link:                
Excerpt:

Heaven and Hell

You see Heaven and Hell, they always quell
As all opposing separate nations.
They both have trees and birds and leaves
And would other visit, but there are hesitations there are questions.

What happens there? What are their words?
How do they sound? What do they say?
So they sent their birds to hear the other’s words
Hell the Raven and Heaven its Jay

Through one the night and other the day,
They traveled light and dark.
And when they passed the other’s track
The lights changed in each traveler’s arch.