Gold in the Ore

I find it interesting the way the that vowels and consonants have their own distinct character. What I also find crazy is that I never thought about any of this while reading a poem. The differences between nasals and liquids and how they flow just seemed unreal until I really felt the change in my mouth when I started to pronounce them all. My favorite poem this week is “Not Sense” by Gail Tremblay. Since starting this class I read poetry differently. I make an attempt to analyze every  one that I read. I not only visualize a picture in my mind but I try to understand if it is a narrator or a speaker.