Figures Of Speech: Sunrise On The Veld

Pity and Terror Juxtaposition

I wonder to myself, did he pity the buck, or was he in terror first?  How could we associate pity with terror, or terror with pity, or just the comparison between the two words. They are emotions that we, as humans, experience, but I am starting to wonder if the boy is written to be new of these feelings. Perhaps to be a ruler, you would need to conquer the world, and the same with emotions. Like how all previous rulers would say, don’t let your emotions get in the way of your conscience. Because once you experience these emotions, you become vulnerable to change, and it could mean losing your original goal. In this case, would pity overcome terror

Echo

It is a reflection of what used to be there, something that happened to only become an empty sound. “And for minutes he stood there, shouting and singing,” was it to create an imitation of what once was there, or, was it to test his own existence? The odd thing was that this echo who is supposed to be a revertebration of him , isn’t actually him? The question would be, who? It emerged to me that this could either be a symbolization of growth, or the opposite, change.

Whispering Ants Personification

Personification is putting human characteristic on something non human. To me, it helps readers relate to something inanimate if there is human nature added to it. At first hearing the word ant, you can find some comparison here and there, but ultimately we can’t relate to something Thant we aren’t. In the beginning, we learn that he believes he can control the world, but near the end, the boy himself, discovers that it is only to a certain extent. The ants represents the dark mind, when it whispers, we believe it’s judgements. Although ants don’t realize that there is a actually a young kid in front of them, we can preceive that these ants probably see him as a mount of flesh to be eaten, just like how the buck had been. He, who we all believed was just a kid at start, became a person who has accept that dying is a part of living

Water and Diamond Metaphor

Like the saying goes, diamonds are a girls best friend. But the real question is, why is a piece of stone, placed more valuable than something that we all need in order to survive? Is it because of the origin? Or the person who picked it? Or the glistening of it? Our bodies without water will only last about 8-10 days, meanwhile without diamonds, I’m pretty sure that we can all last a whole lifetime, except for maybe those who are really desperate. Like any other rocks or stones in our yards, what makes this one more special? This concept of placing value on things that are actually free, provided by the earth to begin with is shown through the ideas that Lessing’s have used. Water is an essential part to every living organism, even the boy realizes it that he is no exception to this fact.

“His clothes were soaked with the sweat of that of other’s creature pain” Metaphor 

Debating if he shall or shouldn’t end the life of the deer by the sound of his gun has brought upon a new perspective into view. If he doesn’t kill the buck, he will be considered a selfish being, only caring about his own self needs and not of that of the bucks pain, but if he were to kill the buck, what would become of him, a hunter who kills animals on the verge of dying?  The recognition that this buck was just like him, living only a few hours ago, has brought the feeling of empathy as he was the one who was alive and well, not dying. All in all, the bucks pain became his own as he begins to realize the truths about living.

Word Craft: Sunrise On The Veld

Improvised is an interesting word because to me, it defines what life is. In this story, we discover that the boy who had acted like he could control the world, was actuatlly carrying false pride. Perhaps in the beginning he knew that this dark side of his mind, from known to unknown, was between him and the good. Like this boy, Lessing’s portrays the brighter side of youth, the side where we are oblivious and are just starting to explore the world. But as we get on with the story, we discover that maybe it was all just an act, and it was his impulse control or improvisation to make it look like he knows it all.

Luxury is a state where we find great comfort and ease living, and this doesn’t have to mean luxury riches all the time. It could mean unknowingly taking advantage of something so familiar, and somehow placed in a situation where you don’t feel comfortable in. In the plot, the luxury would’ve been the warmth his bed had provided, to waking up before the clock ringed. It is through a series of harsh realities, that he realizes that he was only a small child who has never experience death. This luxury that we all thought was good, was maybe the thing that kept him from learning the truths of the world, like in the end we will all become the dust that lays on the ground. Was the thing that we ever seek for in comfort, actually the very thing good for us?

Reluctance is the feeling or showing of hesitation. In this case, is it to wake up before the clock, or,  to wake when it starts to ring. There is always temptation to do the opposite of what we are supposed to do. As he went to get the dogs, even they knew that they had to wait for the master to give them the signal before they can go to the ever cold morning. Again, from a place we ever knew, to the unknown outside world, we will often find ourselves tempted to explore, but at the same time hesitating as it is the unknown.

Fatality I often associate it with death or terminal illness. In the story, the only fatality that really happened was the death of the buck. Now is to let Mother Nature take its course of letting death take over the buck, or to interfere with the life of a living who is at death’s door?It was also because of this death, the boy realized that there is more to living as he go through unfamiliar emotions of dismay and anger. This decision of dying may not be determined by us, but is actually the natural life cycle that we will all have to go through, wether we like it or not. This boy who lives, I presumed a very sheltered life, experiences the death of a living thing for the very first time. It had never came across his mind that maybe one day he could be like the skeleton that laid on the ground being eaten by ants. It’s ironic how he thinks of himself of someone who is greater than ants and tries to over power all of them,  that these ants can even care less or bat an eye at him.

Eternity Although we know eternity is an infinite or unending time, we wouldn’t get to live long enough to experience what eternity might really be. The boy who was “like a child hearing the word eternity,” doesn’t understand the concept that all human beings die. He had spend his every morning expecting to see the sunrise, but have never really thought further of maybe one day he might not be able to wake up before the clock, or, he will be overcome with the dark side.  Like dust on the earth, one day we will flow along with the wind.

An Emotional Landscape

Her feet move endlessly to the front of a shabby house

An emotion of sadness quickly flashed through her eyes

As fast as it had appeared, it quickly disappeared

A facade was what she was wearing

Her soul appears to be long gone

And loneliness was an understatement

Her hair flowing as the wind got stronger

It was once a home of where laughter was heard from every corner

Now, the house was on the verge of breaking

It was only the smell of dew that filled her nose,

reminding her that fall was already here

The sudden sound of an express train then suddenly ran through the area

Making the air around her vibrate

Inside the house was nothing but the sound of anger

She felt the stares of the once live souls, welcoming her

The sunlight seems to not appear in this darken house

Reality was still unclear for her

Her world was black and white

Only the sight of spider webs were present

Her feet continuously kicks the rubble on the pave walk

Around her, twilight settles in

She then notices the sight of lilacs sprouting from the ground

She wonders how can anything still grow in this deserted town

The once fresh water lake, was now murky and filled with algae,

alongside the overgrowth of dandelions

The chilly air brought a shiver down her spine

Her mind became in a conflict with her soul

The sudden feeling of the sun’s warmth spreads

It’s brilliant light continues to shine, making her eyes squint

To her realization, this town has never changed to begin with

It was still as beautiful and as alluring as it was before

The sun was still shining,

And the sound of the wind still existed

It was only she,

who was the one who had change.

I didn’t Go On the Ski Trip Poem

Poem#1

He laid on the cold ground, tears of pain streamed down his face as he looked at a picture

A picture of his parents, those who are no longer with him today

They lay at peace

Sharing my heart by shaking everyone’s hand for peace

Peace is hoping that the world will be a better place with no war, only love-forgiveness

The world then would be fully safe

They will find new hope

A force to be reckoned with

A hope that needs to be searched for and may be hard to find

That someday something you’re looking for will be found

And the noise of happiness will be the only sound

Poem#2

The world was in a dark place

With soldiers in a warzone

It is darkness

It tears us apart and leaves us broken

It leaves us wondering what the world has come to, asking why such hate exists in our world

Why do we seek out pain from others  when there should be peace all over the world

No fighting because of gender or over race

Violence over race is full of hate and exists in a society such as ours.

Five Easy Pieces

Her hands were long and slender

Like she has done this before

Not a flaw to be seen over the campfire

They continuously moved intriguingly over the flame

She held a rod over the flickering fire

Her hands didn’t seem bothered by the heat

Rotating, as the marshmallows were roasting

They moved as though it knew

The ocean water was as clear as the sky

The crashing waves were heard from a mile away

An ocean breeze suddenly then swept through the fire

Causing it to rage even further

Again, those hands don’t flinch from the rush of heat

Instead it continues to hold that same position

I asked,” why are you so focused?”

There was then a silence

She then replies,” We are almost there.”

It left we thinking, where is there?

Translation: Idea to Image

Where the sun beams, and the children sing

Was once a place of memories

The fading past of what had last,

Turned into tears and pain years ago

The remains of now, was just the sound,

Of what had happened long ago

The wind was warm, yet it didn’t know

The danger that will unfold to the world

The time was near, and there was fear,

Of what might happen up ahead

The world was silent, and before it knew,

The sound of gun shots were erupted

Windows got closed, and the wind became cold,

Before anyone dared to go take a look

The world became in a state of where people began to love and hate.

Our world that we now used to know,

Turned into a place of plain cry and sorrow

Yet the sun beams, and the children sing,

To remind us of a whole new day

Found Poem

Seen through a window up ahead, sunlight glistening beautifully off the Hudson

Viktor carefully considers the question for several beats

Busy, loud and dark in here

A bewildered Viktor is led down a hallway past several doors, some open

On the board clock, the minute clicks over

He’s been sitting there for three hours

Amelia looks at him for a long beat

Viktor looks away

She smiles, Viktor’s starting to feel a little more relaxed

She seem’s to enjoy being with him

A look of regret on his face, a look of unfinished business

What’s he supposed to do when there’s nothing to be ashamed of

The sound of a key turning in a lock

Viktor catches her gaze again

This time his eye’s don’t skate away so fast

He watches the important doors in the distance and the cameras everywhere

Petrified, Viktor has to consciously calm his breathing and slow down, the whole place blurring now as he attempts to make it through here 

But his smile starts to fade as he realizes there’s no water, no gigantic monument, no city… it’s just an elaborate model of New York

First Line Auction

Life is created with creativity, a vision

It is what makes us happy at times,

and often it is the very thing that breaks us down

 

It is a wondering soul that is trying to find a purpose in life

Sometimes we try to control it, and other times it controls us

 

The emotions we feel are what makes us human

It will take us through unexpected curves and loops

We even might find ourselves in a hole sometimes

calling for help, a help that may seem meaningless

 

And at rock bottom, you realize there is only one way left to go, and that is up

These challenges are what makes life more joyful

or is a blessing in disguise

It is what encourages us to grow, and to learn from our mistakes

and only after the rain, can we enjoy the rainbow

 

Our life is like a blank canvas,

we can choose what we want to put on it

Creativity is what makes our world seem colorful

It is used as a self expression for our feelings

 

Life is a difficult road of where beautiful destinations are at

You will find yourself being the most creative you’ve ever been

in the most unlikely situation

It is where you let your spirit grow to find that purpose

 

Ultimately It is a decision that you yourself can make

Life is a journey in itself,

you will experience the good, the bad, the everything

And the only way for you to be happy in this life, is when you truly choose to be

Ten Minute Spill#2

Only through the ice snow that blew on my face

Did I know that I was still alive

My body numb, and my face was red

 

I heard from others that it was not easy trying to go northern

I didn’t believe them

A single step was what it took

 

The fury downfall limited my fast pace

and I knew there was always a chance of failing

It is my journey of a thousand miles.

 

Every step I took was painful

My knees screaming and my head burning

But the grace was not the pain

It was the effort it took

 

Looking back, I was curious

I was curious about the time

As I crossed through the snow,

I knew that it was worth it