Blog #18

Right by the rocky bay in Seattle, Washington
The suns image bounces on the shore
The crabs with depression in their eyes are trapped
Saddened by capture
They have come sadly out of the water
To greet the tough hands of death
The sly fisherman swiftly climbs over the boulders
Where the crabs have gathered all of their lives
They scuttle away in fear of the monstrous man above them
Away they go
They run into the water. Every crab for himself.
There's no future for them now
Wanting their home
The crabs begin to submerge themselves into the darkness
The fisherman wants to hold them in his fishing net
For they have fallen for his trap
They try to pinch the man
With their crimson claws
Their hard-shelled bodies stay intact
The salty air hanging thick around the mans beard
His dirty hair flowing around the poor crabs hard shell
The fisherman realized
That if the basket was empty he would be broke
Let there be crabs
 

Blog 15 Conversation

Emilee Cash: I went to Subway the other night for dinner.  (iambic heptameter)
Kate Ashe:  What kind of sandwich did you get? (iambic tetrameter)
Emilee: I got a steak, egg, and cheese with various vegetables. (iambic octameter)
Kate: Oh, that sounds disgusting. (iambic tetrameter)
     I get a turkey breast. (iambic tetrameter)
Emilee: Turkey breast is for hams. (iambic trimeter)
Kate: That was an awful joke. (Iambic trimeter)
Emilee: You will have to try it, I suppose. (Iambic pentameter)
Kate: Not even once. (trochee dimeter)
Emilee: You need to welcome diversity in your life. (iambic hexameter)
Kate: Food is thy medicine and medicine is thy food, Em. (iambic heptameter)
Emilee: Wow, you're a poet and didn't even know it. (iambic heptameter)
Kate: I'm not even mad, I'm more impressed. (iambic hexameter)
Emilee:I tend to have that affect, as is tradition. (trochee heptameter)