Essay #16

Forgotten

Dear reader,

            This essay of mine is meant to stimulate multiple genres of writing. Our recent readings of To Kill a Mockingbird are the topic in the first paragraph, and the others are to explain what forgotten means to me. Please read the following with care and an open and deep consideration for what it means.

Letter:

Mr. Ewell,

    You are gone, but both of us be damned if you are forgotten. Oh yea, remember that day when you promised to "get me", Hah, you failed. The only life you took was your own, but if you hadn't killed yourself, we wouldn't be seeing you free for a long time. You've kept too many secrets to your grave Bob, and you were your only true defender. Racism beats common sense in this world, and common sense seems to elude you. Good riddens, yet both your and my children will suffer. You are gone, but we won’t forget your sins.

Poem:

Yes you did forget them,

Your car keys in the house,

Or maybe just to sow

The hole that’s in your blouse.

You forget to feed the cat,

Or go to wash the car;

Forgetting things like this,

Won’t draw you back so far,

But when you blank on big things

Like a child’s birthday gift,

It won’t be forgotten,

his birthday that you missed.

Keep things that matter close,

and play them in your mind,

For next time you forget,

Your friendship will go blind.

Picture poem:

Here, mother nature sees who is paying attention to the world. Though she knows the tree must be spotted sometime by someone, or something, she realizes that the only ones who can see it, are the ones that would have the heart to figure out where it belongs, for she knows the shallow heart sees only what is there, blind to what could be. For now the tree lays there, hopefully noticed by some, if not all, longed for by it's forest friends back home. When the opportunity arises, the tree will be plucked out of the water and sent to the hills for even the shallow hearted to behold, instead of the scarce audience attracted to it's watery soil, for it deserves to be seen by all. All those who saw it in nature's testing grounds, now see it for what it could be once again. A tree.

Haiku:

He's out of his place;

not among the other kids.

He likes it this way.

Expository Paragraph:

            It's not uncommon for the average person to feel unwanted or forgotten. It happens to some more than others, and varies dramatically from person to person. For example, when I feel forgotten, though this feeling is uncommon, I think of why. Usually, when people push me out of their minds, I'm pushing them out of my mind. Though it is uncommon for me to feel forgotten, I forget people all the time. Because of this, I know that, although It is uncommon for me to feel so,  I know I am forgotten. However, next time we encounter, I will remember them, and they will remember me; two people who forgot about each other, until the thoughts of each other's presence enter our minds. forgotten is a temporary state of mind.