Poetry Paragraph

In general, I don't dislike poetry that much; I like to read some poems that are descriptive and utilize flowing language so that they are almost pretty to read. However, I don't particularily like poems that are kind of following a storyline and are very obviously interpreted. When doing poetry in school, I don't mind analyzing the moods of poems and such because I like the subjectivity of it; I like to talk about them as long as the interpretation is opinionated and there is not a "right" answer. I don't like when we have to write specific poems- for example, in grade 10 we had to write a "Where I'm From" poem following a very certain outline, which I don't like because I prefer to write in a way that I want, not in a way I am told to write. I like free flowing kind of poems that don't necessarily rhyme and that use a lot of adjectives. In conclusion, I guess I would say I only like very specific things about poetry, so when we do it in school and talk about other things concerning it, I don't really like it overall.

Food Paragraph

The type of food that I made was a tortilla with avocado, cheddar cheese, chicken, a mixture of beef/brown beans, lettuce, and ranch dressing. It was a colourful blend of the soft green of the avocado, the ranges in browns of the chicken and mixture, the dark green of the lettuce, and the bright orange of the cheese. It smelled quite good; mainly like the chicken, which had just been cooked, but the fresh avocado smell and the tomato sauce in the mixture were detectable as well. Together, these ingredients made for an interesting mix of tastes and textures. The tortilla was a gluten-free brown rice wrap, so it was rather tasteless and very chew, and was a bit flaky, falling apart easily when you tried to pick it up. Its chewiness was quite complimentary to the soft, buttery texture of the avocado. The chicken was interesting, because it was probably one of the more dominant tastes; it was extremely salty and it had a strange, almost rubbery texture to it. The mixture of the beef and beans was mixed in with the cheese, which had melted from the heat of it, so it was a blend of the salty gooeyness of the cheese and the almost sweet flavour of the tomato sauce. The beef was chewy and the beans were well cooked and fell apart in your mouth with a grainy sort of feel. Finally, the lettuce added a nice crunch, though its taste was barely detectable, and it was a bit wilted from the heat of the meat, and the ranch dressing was creamy and tasted a bit like herbs, and it brought everything together by adding moisture to the concoction.

Creative Paragraph

Serre di Parrano

A winding road leads the way
Rolling hills in the distance, dotted with tiny houses
An air of tranquility
The warm sun beats down
Stirring up winking patterns of diamonds on the barely rippling water
Warm stone, rough underfoot, a path of small wet footprints, slowly fading
The soft rustling of bushes as lizards sunning themselves retreat, seeking cover
A house, rising among untamed grasses
Dusty stone and dark wood
Smooth and cool to the touch
The smell of the wild grape vines, bitter but sweet
Winding their way around the doorframe, twisting and intertwined
The sound of the wind as it whistles through the olive tress
A swishing sound, the single thing that disturbs the silence
A winding road leads away.