Open skies Essays

In Kansas, the empty sky looks more like a looming threat than any possibility. The winding fields leave no streetlights on for you, yet the milky stars have never come knocking on the door to our souls.
 And the moon is a glowing, coy outsider
 who keeps his distance.
 In Colorado, the wispy sky looked as lonely as I felt:
 all confusion, all worry,
 all the frayed, brittle parts of life I don't want to look at. On the long road to Mississippi,
 we gazed at a violent lightning storm:
 drove straight

Love is a task that can never be completely understood. No one knows how it happens. But everyone knows that it comes just as easily as air through an open window. In two contrasting poems, Anna Swir and Rita Dove analyze their different experiences with love. In “I’ll Open the Window,” by Anna Swir, a break-up of a couple is illustrated. The author explains the way that she handled her break-up as soon as it had happened but later she had an enlightenment on the situation. This poem reveals

beautiful burnished water dashed along the sea side carrying the shells. The breath taking trees stretched up towards the sky as if they were as sky scrapers covering the alluring sky. I gazed at the dancing dolphins from the sea shore as they moved in unison, Adorable puppies were on the trot in along the yellow sand . The shimmering waves crashed along the shore as the sun rose in the sky, in the birds flying passed it, and chirping in the air. Looking over my shoulder, suddenly I was pulled by amazement;

I clenched my stomach as we drove down the road. My eyes focused on one star in the sky, I knew if I pulled my eyes away my insides would be out and exposed to everyone. My cheeks stung from tears and my breaths were short as we drove to my church. as we pulled up it took me a while to open the car door, my hands were shaky and weak. friends hugged me and cried as I buried my head into their shoulders, the little light of hope I had left in my heart was burning out and I could feel it. I could see

At sunrise, the sudden movement of the sun over the horizon wakes up the sky and floods it with a warm red color. With the glowing orb of yellow now visible, the landscape of the savannah becomes noticeable with the dark shadow of few trees looking microscopic to the large sun. The scene is like a mouse to a tiger. A few wispy clouds, that are as slender as a pole, meander along the sky. As the shimmering sun continues to rise, the creatures of the savannah act as if the sunrise is an alarm clock

The weather gotten noticeably colder and the stars became more distinguish in the clear night sky. The sky seems a bit more open and as TK stare up at the vast night sky, he felt small as the universe open its billions of eyes down upon him. Shaking the feeling off with callous fingers through his long dreaded hair. TK mind was distracted and no matter what he do he couldn’t shake the thoughts troubling him. This missions were much more complex then he first thoughts and he was starting to have doubts

DRAGON POV The clouds covered the sky as quickly as a snake, slithering across the now fading blue sky. I watched them move over my lonely castle and cast a dark shadow over the land. It seemed right, it matched my dark mood. Ever since my friends had been hunted down by the humans, I had hid away and sat in this castle for hundreds of years, waiting for a human to come end me too. Tears formed under my turquoise eyes and the droplets glided down my face and dripped onto the cold stone floor. A lake

As I look out the window of my house to see a cold and uninviting gray sky, with a wall of evergreen pines leading down to the shore of Oswego Lake, a sense of longing overcomes me. The lake tantalizes me, reaching out with her arms, begging me to go for a swim. I think back to the summer days, with the sun sizzling above me as I leap off the bow of my boat, arms pointed to the cloudless sky. I arch over, curved like a bottlenose dolphin breaching, before I effortlessly slide from sweltering air

details whilst maintaining a soft and smooth stroke line. This interprets the theme of ‘The Bush’ by comparing it to Australia’s inner core landscape. The green from the trees is perched above and away from the earthy tones below. The perfectly blue sky shows a hope in the distance indicating the help the drover needs in this story. The appealing factor of this paintings comes from its message and juxtaposition of colours and stroke

shoulders. With a smile on my face and my legs dangling in the vast expanse between my feet and the ground, I felt like the king of the universe. I would look up into the clear night sky and the stars gave me warm glances. They seemed to tell me that one day, I would be like them. One day, I would take my place in the sky and rule the universe like they did. One day, I would shine like them and another child on the shoulders of his father would point at me and say the same thing. The stars seemed to

Looking through the sheer glass window of a plane, I could see the beautiful sunset resting behind New York City. The glowing beams from the sunset radiated to the sky while orange and pink colors dispersed in every direction. Stars, or maybe other planes, loomed in the distance. Below, I spotted Central Park, the only green patch in the entire concrete jungle. Nearby, I could hear the chopping of a helicopter as the plane descended towards the ground. When the plane finally landed, the sunset

on the street. The street was brightened with various colors and I hate those colors that glow from people. I hate every color that each person has. Limpid rain was falling into the ground from the sky. The noises from the street become beeping sound and it passes through my ears. I think I have to open party again for them. When I host a party, people run around and yells. I like those situation. I wants to give back to people what I’ve got from them. I hate everything. Every sound, every person

off the broomstick, Harry landed next him only a few seconds later. He looked in all directions, no one was on astronomical tower. “Is it really the Dark Mark?” Harry lifted his eyes to green skull, snake tongue glistening repulsively on the night sky above them. He shivered. “Are Death Eaters in Hogwarts? How they could be… Professor!” In the ghostly greenish light Dumbledore’s blackened hand convulsively clutched at his chest. „Harry,“ he gasped for breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, stiff

Una Scena in Primavera Against my glassy eyes is the reflection of a grand capitol, far too vast to be encompassed in the eyes of an individual. The sky, a jade ocean speckled with dots of white paint, served to frame each rooftop that reached beyond the densely forested mountains to touch it. I allowed the spring breeze to flow through my feathers as I circled. Oh, how I adored this city when I once walked it’s streets as a man. Even from afar, the amethyst statue of a woman clothed in a silken

Imagine being in a deep dark ocean, the only noise you hear is the rushing water around you. You open your mouth and let the water nearly suffocate you, only for a single ray of sunshine to reach you. You stare at the sunbeam and reach up towards it, the sun warming your deathly cold fingers. This is it. This is your beacon of hope. In The Story of an Hour, by Kate Chopin, she uses symbolism to explain that life can be so easily ripped from you when you least expect it and that life moves too fast

“What a great day for a boat ride,” I thought to myself. It is a cozy warm, shorts and short sleeve shirt day at the time that people are arriving onto the big bulky catamaran. The sky is light blue with some dainty see-through clouds and a slight warm western breeze. I am located on one of the tropical islands of Hawaii, Kauai. The glossy white surface of the boat is blinding because of the reflection from the early evening sun. Teeth showing grins from children, parents, and grandparents appear

Imagine the sight of an open blue sky, trees growing, and warm dry grass moving briskly by the air. And, in front of this scene, there is a wonderful endless pit, stained by blood and some partial limbs. The whole world has just decided to jump off a cliff, because why not escape the dark gripping fears that life holds? Society has darred and pushed each other off to this dark encasing hole. Sure it will hurt, but only for a little bit, right? Then it can all be over, done, and finished. But, common

Over the course of the day the clouds gathered ominously,the sky turned to a steel-grey blanket darkening the light of day. The wind picked up speed, hurling the snow on the ground around and the temperature dropped tangible. At the end of the work day tiny, icy snowflakes added to the howling wind, and everybody wrapped their faces up as best as possible. Andre tensed inside: Was this what they waited for? He placed himself on the edge of the column at the gathering. The guards hurried along on

happen. We were in the Bermuda Triangle after all. Maybe that was how the boats and ships went missing. I looked around, but I did not find any monsters or pirates. The fear in my eyes must have been noticeable because my mom was coming towards me with open arms, but before she could reach me, the sail violently swung past to the other side of the boat. It missed us by a few inches. We finally saw that my cousins had climbed to the other side of the sail. My mom and I quickly scurried to the other side

The sun was about to dip below the horizon, leaving a thin small yellow taint upon the sky. As was tradition, the people of Icewallow, a small village below the ice capped mountains, were busy rushing about here and there preparing their nightly meal. At the same time everyday, the villagers brought out tables and chairs and gathered in the center of the village to enjoy a meal together as a community. The village was small and unassuming, made from a handful of wooden houses that they had built