Romantic Poem Reflection

Out of all the poems we went over, the one I enjoyed the most was Snowbound. This is because I love the snow. I live by one of the busiest streets in the city and there is always people driving obnoxiously down the road and sometimes shaking my house. When snow comes, there is almost dead silence outside and I love it. I also love the way the poem was able to bring me into the matter. I;m always painting pictures in my mind while reading texts. Though, I usually use pictures I've already observed, but with Snowbound I was able to paint a completely new picture into my mind and slip into the picture. The amount of detail is astounding and I feel like Bryant struck on a subject that kids in the north have a found memory of.

Connection to Nature

The thing in nature I chose to observe is a maple tree that is right outside of my window. I chose it because it is being a thorn in my dad's back. This tree has been basically holding all of its leaves as my dad picks up all of the leaves and then after he has done that, the tree drops of all of its leaves. My connection to this is odd. I feel like I resemble many things into the falling of leaves. I can say that the leaves are like  my energy that slowly falls away almost like a sand funnel, but it happens yearly. I guess I could say that my connection belongs with the leaves in the fact that it is like my knowledge and wisdom. When I start listening to everyone and picking up wisdom people give me like that nutrients that are adsorbed from the leaves after winter. I then hold the wisdom and dwell on it as I catch more sunlight or other wisdom from other things. As fall hits my knowledge I have gotten turn into wisdom and I drop it for everyone else to absorb. I also could think that I'm like the tree as I wait for everything to happen and someone to set everything before I drop my leaves and ruin someone's plans on accident. The connection may deeper, but that is what came to me first.

What Were You Thinking, Edgar?

I wake up from dozing off once again. This time is different, my head is throbbing. It hurts in the most unnatural way. I realize the food has been drugged, but I didn't eat any of it. I'm slow to my feet as I clinch my head. It seams like it might explode. I stagger one way and place my hand against the wall to keep my feet. As my hand touched the metal I was met with an enormous jolt to my body. What I felt was nothing that I expected. The metal should have been cold as as I thought. The metal was not cold, in fact it was actually very warm, too warm. It left burned marks in my hand. The pain left my body as the realization of the magnitude of my situation came to me. I was in a metal box. Worst yet, this box was heating up and closing up on me. I could do nothing to prevent the inevitable panic that over took me. I started to sweat heavily and my hands were shaking. I couldn't believe it. First the pit, then the pendulum, those were problem with solutions. I have no solution to this. I stand up straight and get a look at my surroundings. I notice that it is s diamond shape. There is one door on the side that is obviously locked. I notice a light come from the peek hole of the door. Though, this time I saw no pair of eyes, I see something I wasn't expecting.
I close my eyes and look again at the door. What I saw in fact was a hospital room. My attention shifted and I was in a hospital room with no windows and my only focus was this door. I approach it as curiosity takes over me. I reach the door and still see the room. I then reach for the handle, but am painfully reminded on what I presumed as the realty of my situation. I step back as my hand once again meets with the searing pain of hot metal on unprotected flesh. Despite the new found knowledge of what may be on the other side of the door, it has done me no good on solving my inevitable doom that is closing in on me. I notice then the pit. I have not changed rooms, though the room has changed on me. I see the walls are at a safe distance so I dare think to have time. I step around to see if there truly is no hope as I trip again on something jutting out of the ground. I hit my head and remained knocked out for a time. I wake up and see that the walls are closing in on me at an alarming rate. I look around and still see nothing of use. I stagger as the door fully opens though I can't get to it. The light blinded me as the walls push me into the pit. Everything slows down as my legs rush to tell my brain that I'm no longer on a sturdy surface. I commence my dissent into the unknown as my lungs start to burn due to the screaming that I think is coming from me. I am still falling, but my mind is focused on something else. I notice that my body as become motionless. Not the inability to move on own free will motionless, but the being restrained motionless. I continue to fall as my reality is tore away from what I presumed to be imaginary. I notice the light seemed to be opening up from the top of the hole. I shout out as I see a hand reach down. Though I can't move to reach it. I continue to fall, but the light seams to be still opening up. I notice more voices around me as the light consumes me. I realize that the voice screaming was in fact me, but not because I was falling. I realize the light has consumed me and I;m no longer falling. As I take in my new world I look around and notice I'm in the hospital room surrounded by nurses and doctors. They are scrambling to hold me down as I look at my restraints. I notice that this isn't any normal hospital. The doctor takes a syringe and as soon as he is about to plunge it into my neck I realize I am somewhere even worse then the pit. In the pit I had choice, life, and could think freely. Here I am restrained as doctors poor ungodly amounts of drugs to alter my mind. My eyes grow wide as my vision blurs. I stop screaming and notice the doctor move in front of me and say something. No, this is not a normal hospital, and I'm not a normal patient. I'm in an insane asylum.