Skopelos for me

So, sometimes I just want to leave school behind and go back to Skopelos, Greece (Sporades)...

Mailboxes

So, this is Smitty's and I's favorite spot in Marseille, b/c it is so cool that everyone living inside this building has an unique mailbox!!

This is near the old port, but in the plaza to the north, on the way to the church on the hill.

So, this is one of my paintings i did and it is not as good as just hanging on my wall. but i guess you get the gist!

Villanelle

So, once again I had a poem I needed to write for class. So, I'm putting it under scrutiny again. This type of poem is a villanelle- can you find the rhyme scheme?!


My Villanelle

There was this dream I had, that took me to a garden
where Van Gogh had lived, and in it was this
very old tree, which was so tall and full of life

that felt as though it encompassed the whole area.
There was a high cement wall that served
as a fence, and it ran the whole length of one side of the garden.

It had ivy growing all along its top,
and it served to keep out the noise of the road
on the other side. But the garden itself, was still full of life.

Inside this secret old garden, there was a pond
where little goldfish merrily swam, while squirrels
played happily around them in the garden.

In the corner of the garden, Van Gogh was sitting
with canvas at hand, ready to paint
whatever landscape that would come to life.

Sometimes he waited all day and all night,
just to see the sun work its magic
and show him the paradise awaiting in the garden,
and then it would come, come to life.

my sonnet

so i had to write a sonnet for my poetry class, and one of my friends read it and said it was pretty good, so i figured i would post it on here!



Beyond the hills, did the suns raze recede
To leave the village in happy hues of red
With fishermen retreating back from sea
And children playing happily before their called to bed.

Life remains the same on shores of the Mediterranea
The days of summer here are so sweet,
Young lovers strolling the empty streets so happily
And smile at their find of this ancient Villes retreat.

The darkness arrives, and swallows up the sea,
Lights from the piazza shine down narrow streets,
To fall upon the eyes of cats with glee
And shine upon the cobblestones weathered from so many feet.

But with the night, the weather will not stay the same,
And the vacation is gone, just as quickly as it came.

KC

Christi won an award for her ad campaign, so we went to KC so she could get her award and afterwards there was a cocktail party, and then we headed to Bulldog- one of the bars downtown!