The Cycle of Love

The Cycle of Love

When love is found

There is no way around.

You cannot escape or hide,

but instead, abide.

Its full of mysteries,

Like finding the right key

for the treasure.

It has its bumps,

and its little jumps

but that doesn’t stop love

from the clouds, above.

Once you agree,

You will fly and flee.

It will take you to the skies

and you will soar up high.

Life will bloom

and you will smell the love of fumes.

However, a new day can change

into something so strange,

that your love will no longer be found

like a room with no sound.

Then you will find new love

and become a white dove,

escaping from old pain

and entering into free rein.

This is called the cycle of love

which you will be part of.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vKNPrTXf8c

 For the project, I have wandered around UBC with my friend, Jenny Sun, and asked if they had the time to read my poem. I would also take a picture of each person that read my poem for evidence. I also posted the poem on bulletin boards, street lamps and my blog. In total, I believe I have reached approximately 140 people.

What is a Poem?

A poem is...

emotions,

in different shapes and size,

words, images, or sounds.

Expressing passion and hate

through melodies and lyrics.

Bringing tears or laughter,

joy or grief.

Anything in your mind

becomes more than life

with just a simple poem.

THIS IS AN ISLAND

"This is an island", a found poem from William Goldings Lord of the Flies from pages 5-28

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7l5t4vuy8U&feature=youtu.be

The ground beneath them was a bank covered in course grass,

 of all shades and shadowy green and purple.

Skull-like coco-nuts with green shadows from the palms now plunging through darkness.

Palm-fronds would whisper as raindrops fell pattering.

Now the forest stirred, roared and flailed.

Clouds of birds rose from the tree top,

their green feathers were hundred feet up in the air.

They stood on the top, and could see the open sea,

blue of all shades,

bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral.

The water was warmer than his blood beneath the haze of heat.

Little breezes crept over the shimmering water

Clear to the bottom, invaded by the sea of tiny, glittering fish

The sunlight became a strident blare more penetrating than before.

The sand, swaying in the fierce light.

This is an island.

Okay, here it is!

This is me and Jenny's take on the treatment of workers during the time of Ford, Brave New World and the present day! Enjoy! :)