Sonnet #1

The way his smile can light up the night

The way his rough beard feels against my skin

The way his eyes can twinkle in the light

The way that his style is always in

The divorce that changed my life forever

Between my parents I could never see

He was so strong and never said never

As strong as a mountain and as a tree

I wish he had never left me alone

He left me to live with somebody else

I really miss the smell of his cologne

Everyday I sit and think to myself

Being a daughter without her father

Is just like a river without water

What happens to poem

What happens to life when we die?

        Are we buried six feet under?

        Are our ashes spread over the sea?

        Do we end up with god in heaven?

        Or the fire hole we call hell?

        Are we even as missed as we should be?

Are we really dead?

Or living again?

poetry is

Poetry is...

your life

you can do anything you want 

with 

poetry

poetry is emotions

you have for another

or anything else

poetry is life

you can create it

or even kill it

poetry is your safety zone

the one place where you can be

you

Paul Cezanne

The murder of a woman                                                                         

the shame that it brought                                                                  

there at night                                                                                       

so they wouldn’t get caught                                                                                         

He must have been angry                                                                                   

to paint like this                                                                                                  

or is he keeping a secret          

What is the secret                                                                                            

that we need to find                                                                                             

to bad he’s dead                                                                                                  

to bad that he died

Paul Cezanne was born in Aix-en Provence in 1839. He came from a wealthy family. He always loved poetry and art; he also loved nature and based a lot of his paintings on nature. He used lots of colors and used most of his free time to paint. His best friend Emily Zola also loved poetry. His father didn’t encourage him to paint but wanted him to be a lawyer of work at his bank. Paul studied being a lawyer and worked in his father’s bank to make him happy but it didn’t make Paul happy at all. His mom eventually convinced his father to let him go to France to paint with real painter. When Paul went he was an outcast. People didn’t like his paintings but he didn’t listen. His father knew that he was going to fail in France. Eventually Paul’s paintings went from nature to dark and angry. Later Paul Cézanne died in 1906.

One of my favorite paintings from him is The Murder. It shows his true anger. I think that this painting was based on how angry he was at someone in his life or at himself. This painting has lots of dark and sorrowful colors in it. When I look at it, it reminds me of all the times I was mad at someone in my life, no matter who it was. I also think this painting shows that anger he has on his father for not encouraging him.