My “open text”
The winter sun
swells and shrivels
Rises and falls–
Painting the pale and gloomy atmosphere
with scattered swatches
And slabs
Of exquisite and
sometimes undiscovered
colors.
Many may have not been named yet
Labels have not yet been assigned
Nor have they been sorted into
Neat and tidy
categories or
Families
Bearing fancy and definitive brands.
Their sole existence and–
the act of viewing their bold streaks
And stains in the
Skies
Almost feels like a revolutionary act.
I may bare the unpopular opinion that winter skies are–
By far
more alluring than
Any other heaven present
Out of the four seasons
That slumped and thirsting
Body of yours
craves
To be met with luster rays of
Sunlight
But
The languid blue-violet sacks of flesh
That inflate and droop simultaneously
Underneath your fatigued eyes
match the winter skies-
perfectly.
Winter is misinterpreted.
Winter is misunderstood.
Days mutate into nights quickly
Layers upon layers ought to be worn-
Daily.
Thick, lumpy coats seem to
Both mask and
Disguise the
Feeble skeleton from the
Harsh bites of the
cold.
A time to burrow into
Pillow forts
Bundles of blankets
Oversized sweaters
The inner psyche.
A time to cook
A time to boil.
The marinating of ideas that have been
Squirreled away
Suddenly coming forth that were
initially
Tucked away
During the fun, joyful and busy
warmer days.
Poem 1:
“It’s Going to Hurt”
By: Sandra Simonds
Closed Text examples:
1.2)
“The lone survivor will speak on the radio
As you drive down Highway 27.”
Open Text Examples:
1.3)
“In the middle of Florida in the middle of the night after you
Step off the plane you see the swamps morph
Into the mountains of your childhood
They raise their heads like giants
The Sierras stare; do not go there”
1.4)
“Continue to drive through hornets and testicular small towns
Some flags raised
Some flags down
The god of the underworld has let you go from his hand
Into the empire Floridian
He says you have a pure heart
So pure he cannot destroy it
Some people look pure but they are not
He says he cannot see you destroy yourself so he has let you
go
And he will protect you with his anger and melancholy
It will hurt
You know this
Poem 2:
A Dream Within a Dream
By: Edgar Allan Poe
Closed Text Examples:
2.1)
“I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of Golden Sand—“
Open Text Examples:
2.2)
“You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.”
Two sentences from “Rejection of Closure” That stood out to me: (pg.3 of 20)
"Writing’s initial situation, its point of origin, is often characterized and always complicated by opposing impulses in the writer and by a seeming dilemma that language creates and then cannot resolve. The writer experiences a conflict between a desire to satisfy a demand for boundedness,for containment and coherence, and a simultaneous desire for free, unhampered access to the world prompting a correspondingly open response to it."
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