While I never seem to quite understand many aspects of poetry, it does not deter how much I might like a certain poem. The poetry that Tocqueville demonstrates is no less as difficult to sort through. Some of the poems were complex with meanings that slide past me, while others were so silly, such as the subject of food, that I had to read over them again to get the meaning from them. Even the smaller poems had plenty of emotion and meaning to them. I personally enjoyed the lighter poems that I felt confident I understood.

For most of the poems, however, I found myself annoying my sister, begging her to explain a verse or just talking through it. While I enjoy writing poems Tocqueville shows me why I don't read them to often.

striated/ speckled/ mirage/ reticence/ decomposition/ impediments/ ne'er-cloying/ crystalize/ yokel/ squabble/ baffling/ feverous/ trampling/ varmints/ reckoning/ pantomime/ barbaric/ wuphony/ forsythia/ cacophonous

The forsythia seem never to be ne'er-cloying.

Unlike the speckled mirage of barbaric 

men fighting swine.

Varmints squabble for the displeasure of both,

however.

Decomposition matters not to the feverous

beings.

The life of such creatures is baffling,

 and almost impediment, especially with 

the striated paths they take. 

This in no way crystallizes the 

forsythia's reckoning. 

I could yokel on how on how on the cacophonous 

beauties. 

No euphony could best describe how the forsythia tramples 

other flowers. 

Nothing is left but the pantomime of 

the little herbation.

Life is nothing but a baffling mirage. Nothing in my reckoning could force squabble to be anything else.

I want pantomime in an attempt to crystallize that view. Forsythia's hold more caciphonious truth. Striated was I when I first reveled in the speckled belief of dreams.

People take favor to the barbaric lie that life is untroubled. Use euphonious to pay death as horror. Death is peaceful, where only decomposition awaits. 

Varmints won't bother I, certainly not in ways that the feverous deniers of truth do in the life. Impediments leaves no room for excuses as to why life is like this. Why people are able to yokel on about the wrongs they have done.

Ne'er-cloying honesty is only a mask that the trampling attitudes of people hold. Reticence keeps me from falling for this false bliss.

A few of the poems got my eye as they appeared to make no sense. Most of the smaller poems a seem to have a harder time understanding than the shorter. "Dream Cycle" is one of the short poems I felt I needed to decipher. From the reading one could make an educated guess that it must be warm out seeing as though the writer is going on about how the ice cream truck could essentially cool them off. The ice cream truck seems to be the dream of which the writer named the poem for. Each line of the poem details what the ice cream truck could bring. For the writer, the longing to be cooled off by the treats the ice cream truck holds is the dream.


Other than the  full poems or long detailed ones there also lies "The Sonnets." Each a little poem of their own separated only by Roman numerals. The sonnet of XVI brought my curiosity out. The poem refers to a "she" which is never truly named, but is what desires to be heated. The heat could likely symbolize the strength of the Chinese itself. Demonstrating the rise of China's ability to defend itself from outsiders. A battle that has determined the fate for the area, the cold being the enemy while the heat being China.

Both the short poem and sonnet however, dealt in the matters of cold. In the "Dream Cycle" the ice was longed for, wanted, dreamed of. The sonnet of XVI had words that were fighting against what the cold brought. Both fought the extremes of temperature and desired an outcome to better the situation. The similarities to one another doesn't just end at temperature but symbols as well. The ice cream truck in "Dream Cycle" was the representation of getting cooled off  in a place that was to hot for comfort a dream that isn't happening but what is wanted to happen.. For the sonnet XVI the symbol used to represent the warm was the "Morning Land" which in tern was what resulted in the signal of the Chines wall, or victory rather..

I often speak to much about myself at irrelevant times. my mouth to brain filter is not the best. i enjoy reading science fiction and supernatural based books, as well as movies and TV shows. I find that the ScyFy channel is hilarious to me and laugh at the poorly made SciFi movies with my family. I can openly admit that I easily become obsessed with media that I enjoy.

I am not the best with social situations and sometimes miss social ques, so it is best to be upfront with me rather than hinting. However, I am always friendly to people I meet and am eager to get along with others. I adore most animals that I meet, not including birds. I myself own a cat that everyone that has met has said is the perfect cat. She is thoroughly spoiled. Aside from media and animals I love going on long walks or babysitting for my family.