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Mitch Hartnell
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09/25/2014

Mini Poem Manuscript

Captive by Control
The eye that watches you until end time
Manipulating your every move to come
As it congregates in your fickle mind
It can only feast on one
Control cant be pardoned by your will
There is no escape to your heart
Its what the darkness thrives on, thrill
And builds up a rampart
Nothing is permitted into the brain
In order to not let you sway
Solitude causes you to turn insane
Always ending in front of the doorway
Once again ending feet before entry
This time become the sentry

Process Memo 1
I sat around thinking for a while before I began to write this poem. I ended up
thinking about the eye in Lord of the Rings, and then decided to use that one
thing to write a poem. I used the eye and how it watches Frodo and Sams
every move in the movie as a general template for this poem. I began to just
write, not thinking too much about anything. As I got further and further into
the poem I began to arrange lines and make minor changes to have it make
sense and be meaningful. I made the diction literal in some lines and not so
much in other lines, so it felt comfortable for the reader to depict and analyze.
I ended up making the poem very applicable to many different situations and
problems in the eye of the beholder. This poem can mean many different
things but was directed to talk about making decisions and how someone is
always watching you. The poem could be about money, or any problem really,
depending on the reader. That is what I think makes this poem so interesting
and mysterious. This poem means the most to me out of the other poems in
the manuscript because I think this poem can relate to me more than all the
others do.

Chipotle.
I open the door, instantly hit with
a sensational smell of wonder.
The sound of Mexican music fills the
store background behind the buzzing customers.
The modern building infrastructure creates a community atmosphere.
Metal and wood in your every sight of vision.
Silver, tan, and maroon swirl throughout the store
creating a craving for food.
The line always to the door,
no matter what time of day,
because its what everyone wants.
I walk up to order the amazing burrito bowl
White fluffy rice piled high and thick
With speckles of freshly picked organic cilantro
Organic black beans gathered from local farmers
Grilled green and red peppers and onions come from
a garden of fresh organic vegetables
Piled into my chicken burrito bowl
Chicken grilled to perfection full of robust flavor
Mozzarella cheese sprinkled on
With lettuce to complement it
Lastly a big scoop of freshly made guacamole on top
I sit down in a wooden chair, burrito bowl on a metal table
Growing more and more anxious to eat
The bowl glowing full of beauty,
An intense masterpiece of color
Nothing can compare
Or come even close to what it is
I grab my fork and take a bite
My heart stops and I forget where I am
My mouth fills with sensation and commotion
And then I remember
Im eating Chipotle

Process Memo 2
I decided to respond to Chipotle as an object because it is my favorite food.
My favorite memory of Chipotle was when I had it for the first time. It was
like nothing I ever tasted before and it changed how I felt about food
completely. In the first part of the poem I described the actual store building
and the environment of the building. I wanted to slow into the actual burrito
bowl to try and make the reader get an urge for food. After that I went right
into describing all the wonderful toppings of the burrito bowl like peppers,
chicken, cheese, etc. I used as many descriptive details as I could to make the
readers mouths water and stomachs rumble. I wanted the readers to think
about their senses instead of reading about them. My diction is pretty simple
and friendly. I use a lot of descriptive adjectives that are warming and
comforting to the readers like fluffy, fresh, and robust. I really try to get the
reader to almost taste the food. I get the reader to feel like he/she is actually
at Chipotle eating a burrito bowl. Until the last chunk of the poem pulls the
reader back to reality with the impulse to get food. I want the reader to leave
the poem wanting Chipotle after.

Free Fish
The waiting room in the Orthodontist
Full of empty chairs and a giant fish tank
It was full of hundreds of fish swimming in every direction
There were two types of fish, the hunters and the hunted
I witnessed both and one more
Some tragic and some desperate
They all had nowhere to run or hide
Locked in a tiny box that doesnt compare to any body of water
One big long eel-looking fish was the dominant predator
It was clear, everyone kept there distance
But big fish have to eat
It looped around all the small defenseless clueless fish
Eyeing out its target for lunch
Teased it for fun to get its heart pumping
And then it went in full charge
Chasing the fish around and around
Until it was trapped right in the corner
And it was goodbye
My fish tank was very different
It wasnt a tank; it was a bowl
It had one fish
There was no hunter or hunted
No room to run or hide
No room to move
It did the only thing it could have
I never knew it could happen
It went to the bottom and swam to the top
As fast as it could and jumped
It flew out of the bowl and onto the floor
It shocked me from wall to wall
I didnt know if what I saw was real
Until I touched the fish on the ground
Dead on impact
That was the third type of fish

Process Memo 3
I was in class and was doodling, when I drew a fish tank and it sparked a
memory I had a while ago. I decided to roll with it and write my poem about
this memory. I wrote about how my goldfish committed suicide. It happened
when I was eight, and I was scarred from it. I remembered the incident when
seeing a fish tank in my orthodontists waiting room. I decided to start my
poem by describing where my memory was sparked and what the
environment was. I said there were three types of fish to emphasize my
memory at the end as well. I described how everything felt in the poem. I
didnt use very many sense details at all. I wanted the readers to just feel how
the fish felt, and how the situation felt in general. I described the fish with a
lot of action to set the scene for the first two types of fish I mentioned in the
beginning of the poem (the hunters and the hunted). After I described the
death of the first fish in the tank I did a 180 and went right into my memory
because it helped make the readers feel some remorse and shock. I wrote this
poem with a perspective of an older me with the thoughts of the younger me.
Although this poem has a pretty serious tone, it makes me laugh to think of
what happened. I have a picture of my younger self in my head watching the
goldfish jump out of its bowl and it seems so ridiculous now.

Misconception of Conception
The sidewalk so vast and gray
People avoiding the middle of it
Walking around it confused and puzzled
Hows and whats being murmured
It is a big hole looking down into a cavern
A cave full of rock and beautiful water
Creating an illuminating feeling of wonder
Is it real? It cant be.
But it looks so tangible
The cavern rocks jetting down as if
They are coming out under the sidewalk
The jagged smooth edges as if you could feel them
The water dropping gracefully down as if it
Was flowing from a stream of clear water
The light of the water relects off the rocks like
The northern lights waving in the sky
The insanely different environments contrasted
Making the cavern so mystical to be in
The middle of a community
So impossible and magestical
I wish it was true,
but it is only as real
As the skies stay clear

Process Memo 4
I chose to respond to a sidewalk chalk art piece because it was mentioned in
class by Professor Thacker. I chose this particular chalk art because it stood
out from all the rest and it looked so real. It looked like there was an actual
hole in the ground even though the whole wasnt what it would be expected.
Instead of dirt it was a cavern. No construction could have done this. It was all
natural and pure. All the different elements and natural beauty combined in
one picture. I started the poem off by talking about everything around the art:
the environment, people, and community. I described how the art made them
feel and how they all reacted. I decided to ease in to describing the actual art
by having the people become slightly more convinced and/or confused of its
authenticity. I then described everything I saw from the art. I described them
in a way that made it feel that it was real and it was right before your eyes.
After that I ended it with confusion again making it seem the art could be real
or fake. The sense details were really important to authenticate the confusion
of the people. I wrote the poem mostly in a confused, manipulative tone
because that is how the sidewalk chalk made me feel.