The three blogs' that I liked were Noa's blog, Olivia's blog, and Erin's blog. I liked Noa's blog beacause of her poem's. My favorite poem was her incident poem. I liked it because i can relate to it. The fact that the teddy bear was lost and never found again, some where, where you weren't and some place that you won't be able to find it. I also liked this poem because it create's a feeling of mystery, and wonder because even though you are yearning to find what was once your's, you know that you will never find this once so precious object again.

        I also liked Olivia's blog because of her sonnet. Her sonnet shows how you can be trapped in time by something's beauty. i liked how she used the rose as an example, and how she described it as one by one the petals' were slowly falling off, and how the each time this happened, the rose was slowly dying more and more. I also liked it because it shows that just by doing one thing, and getting lost in something's beauty, can slowly make you realize what is actually happening, and how it could be over in as quick as a flash.

       I also liked Erin's blog because of her sonnet. Her sonnet to me describe's how love can break and slowly mend your heart. It does this because it includes dreams and devils which are complete opposites. To me dream in her sonnet stands for love and the devils stand for hatred. I also liked hoe at the end of her poem its like a battle for something better, but the person that you truly love will slow your time down, while making your heart race.

Sonnet

I looked upon the brown hair on his head
His serious, pale face showed no regret
Everyone stated that he might be dead
But, it happened 'cause the table was set

The silver forks', spoons', and knives', were aline
As he turned off the T.V he heard a bang
We all sat as we got ready to dine
And we all listened as the little birds' sang

He opened the door to see who was there
But we all stood in shock as he fell to the floor
He ly so still as we ran fast and stared
Then I hastily ran to shut the door

For the colors and sweet smells' of roses red
My heart will still know that he is not dead.