The Chocolate Chip Cookie (Rachelian Sonnet)

How you are so lovely,

The smell of you beginning to bake

Always making me hungry.

Your consistency is that of a sponge cake

Fresh or not you are always crumbly.

Trust me you were not a mistake,

When someone made you they were feeling a bit nutty.

Except now my stomach is beginning to ache,

And there you are ready to melt in my mouth like putty.

I’m sad to say that these were fake,

And now my vision has gone a bit fuzzy.

 

Requirements: ABAB rhyme scheme, about 10 to 14 lines, has to be about an infatuation with someone or something.

Rose (Pastoral Poem)

You come in so many vibrant colors,

And yet you are associated with that of crimson.

Beautiful to the eyes, but detrimental to the hand

You have your own distinct smell,

That infatuates every nostril you come across.

A symbol of love,

That has truly been sent from above.

Growth (3 Draft Poem)

The leaves in trees are fluid.

Always changing and never wondering why.

Summer filled with green,

Fall makes you into a color wheel

Yet winter comes and you are nowhere to be found.

How we miss you,

But then you spring back into our lives

The leaves on trees will forever change and still be stunning.

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First Draft

The trees have so much life in them,

They change and move just as we do.

Summer shows so much life,

And winter so much death.

Yet they find life again,

Going through the same thing every year.

Beautiful they are and forever changing they will be.

 

I realized I needed to be more specific and only choose one part of the tree to describe.

 

The leaves in trees are fluid.

Always changing and never wondering why.

Summer filled with green,

Fall makes you into a color wheel

Yet winter comes and you are nowhere to be found.

How we’ll miss you.

I decided to bring it full circle by adding in all of the months to make it a cycle.

 

The leaves in trees are fluid.

Always changing and never wondering why.

Summer filled with green,

Fall makes you into a color wheel

Yet winter comes and you are nowhere to be found.

How we miss you,

But then you spring back into our lives

The leaves on trees will forever change and still be stunning.

2 Narrative

Then

            The men landed and regrouped at the checkpoint. They were scared, but they knew they could not show it. It was the enemy’s back door they came knocking on. It seemed peaceful as the rest of the battalion was taking off their parachutes. The first lieutenant was looking at the map as he pulled out his compass and pencil to figure out which way the rendezvous was with the first infantry. After getting everyone set the men moved out to the small village of Di Kha. The men found that the land was almost too quiet compared to their past missions. As they marched through the thick jungle and rice patties they had the eerie feeling like they were being watched. The first lieutenant ordered the men to stop at the sound of a stick breaking. The men swung around there M16 rifles in every direction. They stood there in silence for what seemed like a millennium, then a loud scream omitted from the leaves and then what sounded like an army followed it.

Now

            Alright boys I don’t care what you hear about these POW camps and all the stories and legends behind them, we’re getting outa here. There numbers may be grander but we are Rangers God Dammit! Now there patrols pass by every now and then so if we can get one of these assholes and his rifle then we can take out the whole camp. Who knew bamboo sticks would be so strong to keep us locked up like animals? I’ll tell you this boys, we ain’t animals, they are and they are the ones that will lose this fight. Now we will need to do this under the cover of nightfall, and get rid of that spotlight. Alright here comes one of them now I will get his attention and Jimmy you take him out. Alright here Gyro you’re the best shot here take his rifle. All right boys move as a unit and I will get us out of this mess alive.

Synecdoche

For a split second everything goes dark when I put you on. You fold my ears inward but then pop them back to normal causing momentary deafness. Even though sounds are able to pass freely through you, you make it seem like there is nothing there but the voice of the quarterback. The grated front seems like vision is impaired, but it is like it is not even there. Your padding protects my memories and abilities from the enemy of that day. The blank space on the outside like a canvas ready to be painted by the artist with decals and battle scars. I am glad someone made you to do what seems unnecessary to some but a savior to most.