Original Poems III

ACROSTIC POEM

Music

Melodic tunes drifting through your head become the

Ultimate lullaby that

Sometimes seems as though they will go on

Infinitely until you

Calmingly surrender to the song.

MAGICAL POWERS

Invisible

Invisible,

I weaved my way through a room,

Pushing past those in my way,

Because I knew they'd never see me.

I'd whoosh past them all,

And when they'd say "I wonder who did that",

I'd look them in the eye,

And giggle as they shrugged it off.

I used my power to find out secrets and surprises,

Like when my parents were taking me out to eat.

And they never found out,

Because I was invisible.

MEMORY POEM

Flower Girl

It lay on the bed,

a delicate little white dress.

It was beaded and sparkly,

And it whispered my name.

Finally it was time,

To slide the dress on,

And twirl around a bit,

Before it was time to go.

Not long after I had my dress on,

I was told it was time.

So I picked up my basket of flowers,

And walked past rows of people.

I smiled the entire time,

As my hand flung petals in the air and,

As my curled hair bounced near my face.

I don't remember much else from that day except for that I smiled,

From ear to ear.

Original Poems II

LADDER

Little Feet

Pattering,

Of feet,

Echo through rooms,

As cats scurry around.

Their claws click on flooring,

As they play together,

Until tiredness overcomes,

And sleep,

Arrives.

STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

My Thoughts

I'm sitting here typing.

Typing makes a clicking noise when you hit the keys.

Keys for a car make a jingling noise.

Noise is something I try to drown out with music.

Music listening is one of my favorite activities.

Activities are fun to do when you are with your friends.

Friends let me be myself.

Myself is a person who will be true to themselves always.

Always is a very long time.

Time is something there is never enough of.

MUNDANE

The Pencil

It's old and weathered.

The yellow has begun to chip off,

Revealling the wood underneath.

It has been with you through hard times.

That math test you thought you wouldn't make it through.

That 1,000 word essay where you got stuck at the 500 word point.

It travels everywhere with you,

In your backpack or briefcase,

It's waiting to be used.

It remembers it all.

When you got stuck it was there,

Sharpened and ready to go,

The graphite glistening in the light.

Original Poems I

Poem #3: CARLOS WILLIAMS VARIATION ON “POEM” or “THIS IS JUST TO SAY”

Scurrying

In the middle of the night,

It scurries across the floor,

Its feet making clicking sounds as it runs.

It stops mid-stride,

Lifts its nose in the air and sniffs,

Before running forward once again.

Finally, its destination is in sight,

And with a surge of energy the mouse runs full speed,

The smell of crumbs pushing it forward.

The Game

The clicking of a wii remote tells me my brother is playing a game yet again.

I walk into the living room,

To find him completey absorbered.

His face is twisted in concentration,

His eyes, two laser-beams,

With their sights set on "win".

He has no room for error,

No time to talk,

Only time to play.

Writing

Type, type, type.

Erase.

Sigh,

Yawn,

Stretch.

Crack fingers,

Crack neck,

Shudder at the noise it makes.

Clear mind.

Focus, focus.

Type, type, type.

Success.

Vocabulary On My Mind

Once upon a time, there was an insolent young princess who lived in a lavish castle with her jocular younger brother, and her pretentious parents who were often disputatious with their daughter. One day, the princess was feeling effervescent about a ball that her family was going to have that night. She had been unwavering and even a bit bellicose when she asked her parents, and they eventually agreed. Her parents had been munificent with the decorations that their fastidious daughter had demanded. When the servants decorated the ballroom the pretentious princess replied to their conscientious work with censure. When a servant attempted to placate the princess, the servant was brushed off for being trivial, even though the servant had been very cordial towards the princess.

What I Need to Know about WRITING AND WRITERS to Become a Better Writer

I think that a good topic for the project would be about how to write a good fiction story. I chose the topic because when I write a draft of a story I sometimes wonder what I could have done to make it even better or what types of things could have been added in to make it the best it could possibly be. I also chose this so that I can find out what components go in to a good fiction story and apply them to my work. Also, if you want to write a good piece of fiction I think you should probably be aware of what types of things should be in your piece to make it a well-rounded, interesting piece.
1/17 Speaker= ****

Round Four: Robyn Ringler

I like how Robyn Ringler described her incounter with Al Pacino so that it seemed very real to me, like where she wrote "When you saw us striding toward you, your head jerked to the side and your face grimaced as if you were in pain." It also allowed me to feel some of the awkwardness the writer seemed to feel. I also like how she added in a relation to a show that she must have seen, because it gave it more detail. In Dissection I liked how she described the "whooshing noise" and how she talked about things like "line dancing, Girl Scouts, local restaurants" and her daughter, Lily. In Letting Go, I liked how she described what was happening, like when she wrote "the tapping of heels against linoleum." I also like how she said she was a "nurse at the George Washington University Hospital" because it gave you information as to why the writer was at the hospital.
1/12 Speaker =****

Round Three: Stephen Leslie

 Haibun to me seems like regular writing with more detail, and description like where Stephen Leslie writes "Lacking social grace, she constantly interrupts my conversations with firm but clear directions." It lets you picture what is going on in your mind more than a haiku. I also think the sentences or lines flow better from one sentence to the next, like a haiku. The amount that is written is longer, and it seems more personal, since the writer often used words like "I" like when he wrote lines like "For the rest of the day I drove around with his body."

He stares at me with his giant almond-shaped eyes, as if he is trying to see through me. I stare back at him, the gold in his eyes shining as the light hits it. I decide to walk away, and he follows, the patter of his paws telling me I had a follower. I turn around to catch him in the act, and he stops, turning his head and looking out the window to act as if he was never following me in the first place. I smile at him, and keep on walking.

Followed by a friend,
Who seems to be my shadow.
He is always close.

1/10 Speaker= ****

Round One=Therese Broderick

I learned that Therese Broderick has a daughter who is eighteen, and that she wrote a book of poems about different moments in her daughter's life called At April's End. I also learned that she "frequently contemplate the transience of life" in her poems. I learned that much of the book were poems about important moments in a person's life. I learned that when she writes a poem that she wants it to be "a beautiful work of human language (spoken/heard) that leads to wonder about the human condition." I learned that she likes a poet who is named Eavan Boland,  who wrote poems and essays about daughters, like Therese Broderick. I learned that she writes poems and makes it so they flow well from one line to the next, while she tells a story in the writing.(137) In one of her poems she use repitition of the words "never forget" to help get her ideas and points across. In another of her poems where it talks about how she went to see her father who was in the hospital with her daughter. The way she describes it really allows you to picture what her father was like in that moment and made it seem like you were there, especially when she wrote "this seeping of blood down a bluing face".(200) It allowed you to get a feeling a what it was like to be there and the feelings that she was having while there. I also learned that she is very descriptive, like when she wrote "robins with orange bellies skimming across a green bay" and she is able to connect things together to create a poem that I don't know if I could connect.

• how do you make sure your work flows well?
• what do you do when you get stuck while writing?