Good morning! On Day #19 we will try a Wire Sculpture poem! Take a look at these:
The wire sculptures above were made by Privet Design in Poland. Notice how they are crafted from a single piece of wire.
Your poem task today is to think about writing a poem as a wire sculpture. Begin with an image or an idea. Follow your mind as one word, phrase or image leads into the next. Like wire sculpture, your words/ideas might cross back on each other. Hopefully, by the end, you will have "arrived" at a place where the poem feels whole.
I began thinking about my son's dog, who knows no personal space. She is always right up in everyone's face! That spurred me to begin with an image of her on the bed in the morning, and that made me think about all the "morning smells" she smells!
As you read my poem, you'll see I used some unusual words. I've linked them to their definitions.
the lab lies
between
their rustling forms
she is
doused in their
mingled breath;
she smells
the single
point on the number line
when sleep
becomes
wake
she inhales
the bouquet of
pandiculation:
flexed toes
and yawning axillae
pockets
of odor
puff forth
as muscles
creak
as eyelid
groin
and ear
release apocrine scent
her nose
knows
all smells
are good
Your turn! I look forward to seeing how you twist a string of words into the sculpture of a poem!
Happy writing,
AB
Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.
Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.
Thanks to Ethical ELA for many of the prompts I'm adapting for my students this month.
Our goats
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Whenever they can
They are
Like dogs
They know
No personal space
They inhale
any food they can get to
always hungry
when we go
from sleep to wake
Always hungry.
they are
up in our faces
they get into
They think and see
that all humans
carry a snack or food
for them
How interesting that goats think you've brought them a treat!
DeleteAbstract,
ReplyDeleteTaking shape of all,
Yet no shape does it define.
Twists and turns,
With no rhyme or reason.
No meaning nor sign.
What should it be?
You cry out,
Afraid of the unknown.
Yet what one can't see,
Is that it is,
Whatever the viewer desires it to be.
So the viewer is both afraid of the shape--and in control of what one sees?
DeleteThe radiant red
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The orangish tint
of some sand
The glowing yellow
of our sun
The rolling green
of great hills
The waving blue
of the seas
The royal purple
of a lilac
The blushing pink
of someone in love
The roaring black
of a leather jacket
The neutral white
of blind eyes
Blind eyes that can not see those colors, but can imagine their beauty
Addie, my two favorite lines were "the roaring black of a leather jacket" and "the neutral white of blind eyes." Both are stricking, original imagery.
ReplyDeleteThe sun hides
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Frozen drops of sadness
fall to the ground
and on to the blades of grass
who where also ready for spring.
But are now covered
in a frigid blanket of death.
Will summer ever come?