https://www.teach-nology.com/worksheets/language_arts/creative/write8.pdf
Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Poem by Student
Definitions of Poetry Poem
Poetry is driving before the sun sets with just enough light to see the road when the sky is warm and life feels calm
Poetry is making somebody laugh over a silly remark and capturing the moment like a photograph in your mind
Poetry is taking an elevator up to the rooftop with a champagne glass in hand ready to see the view
Poetry is getting a drink spilled on your favorite shirt by a guy you wouldn't mind getting to know
Poetry is hugging your parents feeling the weight fall off your shoulders because you know you are home
Poetry is the warm taste of your hot chocolate during the first snowfall of winter
Poetry is celebrating in silence watching a father dancing with the bride in the center of a ballroom
Poetry is being able to turn off the alarm and get the extra sleep you've been longing for
Poetry is a pat on the back from the coach who never gives praise
Poetry is a rainbow that still leaves people in awe like it’s the first one they have ever seen
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
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Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Stream of Consciousness
Part 2
Oh–that distinct flushed out smell of Father’s Five–tattooed- Hell’s Angels, ready to bounce you at the door–the Citgo sign flashing in the canyon of Kenmore Square…direction, an elixir for your fog–vinyls at Loony Tunes–the old ladies in Coolidge Corner who brought you their dead husbands’ shirts when you manned the counter–“this should fit you they crooned–“-and you would be a walking monument to the deceased. Cutting through the alleys in the Back Bay– a buffet in the trash bins for the down and out–they delicately picked at the remains of the day–sewage and rot behind a tony shop– it was always Doomsday in the Commons–street preachers at a clearance sale—street singers–sing for change and begged for it–the old Italian guy who yelled at you: “Hey kid–ripe tomatoes–bring some for ya tomato”–laughing–the stub of a cigar shaking outside his mouth… the Mass. ave bridge gave your life a horizon–open space from the small furnished room– a city on a hill–Buzzy’s roast-beef–in front of the Charles Street Jail —a knish–delish–hotdog , — oh,red phallus of beef, melts in my teeth– . Karen–the Jewish girl in the North End–you lived and learned to love and leave–Caruso music and the couple that had operatic fights in sync… Her last words before she threw you out “I can’t stand all this eating.” Smell of bread baking all night–corpulent men outside the social club–called you twinkle toes, as you jogged by with chicken legs. Your friend– a clerk–dating a dwarf–an adjunct at B.C.–American Studies–small love affair–
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
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Sunday, March 7, 2021
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