Spoken Word

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Sunday Mornings

My eyelids slowly open, they flicker before my vision is clear.

I hear the familiar clang of a pan, a sound I'll miss while at college

I wrap myself in a blanket and take my time walking down the stairs, one by one.
Cooper spots me and leaps from his bed.

His warm tongue greets me, and I can't help but smile.

I try to remember everything about these Sunday mornings.

Cooper and I lay on the floor in a cozy pile of warmth. 

Staying here for the rest of the day would be perfect.

I smell the bacon as it sizzles and the toast as it turns golden brown.

I feel at peace when my actions slow down and I can appreciate my life.

I sink into family on these Sundays and for this I am grateful.

The Oarfish

The New York Times article reads "California: A Rare Fish Surfaces".
Once I had flipped the previous page,
My eyes immediately focused on the picture of the sea creature.
Its bony body spans across the twelve marine biologists who hold it up.
I stare at the picture in amazement and the only word my mouth can find is "wow".
"Staff members at the Catalina Island Marine Institute are calling the carcass of an 18-foot oarfish,
The discovery of a lifetime".
Why haven't  I heard of it?
An oarfish?
I open up a new tab on my computer and browse the numerous pictures of the eel like creature.
It is fascinating to learn about these rare animals that dive 3,000 feet below the surface.
Nature is amazing and exciting, with so much more to learn.

Chris Martins Poetry Blog

After reading many of Mr. Martins works, a main theme that I recognized throughout the poems was people and describing the environment around him. Martin portrays an urban scene in the poem  Surviving Desire, with graffiti, the everyday traffic landscape and the smog-blue-gray. Martin uses many words that I do not understand, so unfortunately this slows the rhythm of the poem. Once I look up these words, the poem obviously makes more sense and I am able to understand the poem. The format Martin uses with the three line sections also slows down the reading of the poem. These frustrations set aside, there are a few other lines that I found interesting. In The Science Fiction of Color the line, "Their window in the twenty-second commercial of childhood, our attention wavering as the world does". I'm still trying to unpack this line, but I like the way it flows. This line does reflect my original thoughts on the elements present in his poems, because he might be referencing the unstable world we have today.