The colors inside of the cloud is the memories that the girl has from her parents. It is in a cloud because although the fire took away everything from her it did not take away the distinct memories she has of her parents
6:22 a.m. By Gerard Malanga
I’ve gone beyond the expectant time of dreaming and now no dreams. There are no first names, even. No greetings on the street. No emails. What I’ve done the day before. My memories like a sieve through which nothing
I can get a grasp on happens. The words well placed, those that have survived. And then what to do with them?
Stretching out those sentences for as far as they would go, across those yellow sheets of paper, the lines well placed. Or else nothing happens. I’m suddenly in a lurch to rise up outta bed or drift back to sleep for another search without seeing in the dark. Without knowing what to ask.
The poem I chose is called 6:22 a.m. By: Gerard Malanga. I found this poem to be very interesting and I tried to find some pictures that can relate to the poem.
My poem is Dog in Bed by Joyce Sidman
Joyce talks about the curiosity of what a dog could be dreaming while it is curled up and in a deep sleep.
My poem is The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
My poem is I Sleep in My Inkwell and Wave Distant by Zakia EL Marmouke.
My poem is Because I could not stop for Death (479) by Emily Dickinson
The poem is called Silent Ones
Basically The poem consists on the inner soul of a quiet person and why the poet loves when a quiet person speak how unknown the depth of a quiet person soul even the fact the quiet person doesn’t know themselves but yet it’s so calm almost comparable to a dragon I get from this poem.