Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Featured Photo
Poetry for People posts a photo as poetic inspiration each day. Ben Rimes is an instructional technology educator and operates the site. He chose my Micah photo for today's poetic inspiration. Visit the site to write a poem inspired by the photo (or one of the many other great shots Ben has collected.
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Table Versus Clock
(My poor attempts at poetry, part 13 -not an exact count- done as an assignment with my students this week) The assignment- "Write about something that matters to you right now."
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Solid and rectangular
We gather around you.
The melodic clatter of forks, plates and glasses
is punctuated by fits of laughter-
symphonic resonance.
Tears soak into napkins, discarded
on your surface.
You support the weight of empty
plates, full hearts, sadness and joy.
You are the foundation
of elbows that support fists on temples
of heads that contain minds
that give voice to words
that change the world
of the women who gather around you.
A clock on the wall bears silent
forboding witness to the beauty,
genius and fortitude that you
are privvy to on this night.
Rank and file hands march steadily onward
mocking this masterpiece.
There is nowhere to run from your force.
Table versus Clock: the two are at war.
But memory of beauty triumphs over
time.
To you, o clock, I say- "Do your worst!"
Our memories are keen
And the table will see us again.
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Solid and rectangular
We gather around you.
The melodic clatter of forks, plates and glasses
is punctuated by fits of laughter-
symphonic resonance.
Tears soak into napkins, discarded
on your surface.
You support the weight of empty
plates, full hearts, sadness and joy.
You are the foundation
of elbows that support fists on temples
of heads that contain minds
that give voice to words
that change the world
of the women who gather around you.
A clock on the wall bears silent
forboding witness to the beauty,
genius and fortitude that you
are privvy to on this night.
Rank and file hands march steadily onward
mocking this masterpiece.
There is nowhere to run from your force.
Table versus Clock: the two are at war.
But memory of beauty triumphs over
time.
To you, o clock, I say- "Do your worst!"
Our memories are keen
And the table will see us again.
Monday, February 01, 2010
open windows & unlocked doors: prophets (luke 10:28)
open windows & unlocked doors: prophets (luke 10:28)
Great poem here today. I loved the last stanza- so beautifully challenging (copied below if you don't want to read the whole poem, but it's worth the 2 minutes).
What do you think?
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If I were a prophet, I might say to you:
“In this perfectly broken world,
you must
see that which strives to be hidden,
hear those voices others would deny,
taste the bitterness of the forgotten,
and yet love all of it without exception,
as if your life depended upon it –
because it does.”
Great poem here today. I loved the last stanza- so beautifully challenging (copied below if you don't want to read the whole poem, but it's worth the 2 minutes).
What do you think?
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If I were a prophet, I might say to you:
“In this perfectly broken world,
you must
see that which strives to be hidden,
hear those voices others would deny,
taste the bitterness of the forgotten,
and yet love all of it without exception,
as if your life depended upon it –
because it does.”
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Simile Metaphor Collection
Elijah after running: My heart is beating like a coconut rolling down a hill.
Elijah on urination: Pee is like horses galloping out of the gate. Once they get started you just can't stop them.
Elijah on urination: Pee is like horses galloping out of the gate. Once they get started you just can't stop them.
Elijah: If school were a human I'd give it a wedgie.
Elijah: I am like a hot rod and I just want to be a plain old Ford
Elijah on the fruits of the spirit: I've got them all covered except self-control. Its like a tiny green tomato and the rest are all big ripe ones. Especially love. Its like the biggest tomato we saw in the garden tonight.
