Journal #6

Rule:  1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 number of words per line for the poem

 

My Precious

You,

my precious

are as dear

to me as the

earth is dear to life.

I never worry about finding you

you’re always by my side. Against all

odds and through thick and thin I can

call you mine because you are my

precious. You must never leave me.

Remember that no matter what

I will always choose

you. I will

always love

You.


Cento Poem or Patchwork Poem

Memory

This is a woman’s confession:

What little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf?

 

I’m no angel,

my loneliness exists in every afterthought

 

[there are] nights I turn to you

I hold your hand

I was too shy to stop [at just holding your hand]

[So, we did more]

 

It’s easy to forget

You meant to leave [and that]

I have always been scared of you

 

Lines Taken From:

Adrienne Rich’s line used in “Wolf Cento #1”

Carol Ann Duffy’s “Little Red-Cap”

 

Paisley Rekdal’s “Self-Portrait as Mae West One Liner”

Marcus Wicker’s “Ode to Browsing the Web”

 

[words I added] Louise Gluck’s “Gretel in Darkness”

Sara Eliza Johnson’s “Fable”

Elizabeth Bishop’s “In the Waiting Room” [words I added]

[words I added]

 

Adrienne Rich’s “Diving into the Wreck”

Louise Gluck’s “Gretel in Darkness” [words I added]

Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy”


Line Experimentation

Excerpt ~ The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

 

 

Poem 1

 

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass,

Lifting their necks to pull leaves down.

We slow the truck,

Pull over to the side of the road to watch them.

How graceful they look,

How unlike themselves.

We get out and lean on the fence.

They don’t seem to notice we are there.

 

The first way I split up the excerpt of prose, I chose to follow the natural flow of the writing. By following the flow, I ended up with a poem that was constructed of entirely end-stopped lines. This made the poem flow logically but slow. None of the diction or imagery in the words jumped out when reading.

 

Poem 2

 

The cows stand under the trees

in the wet grass, lifting their necks

to pull leaves down. We slow

the truck, pull over to the side of

the road to watch them. How

graceful they look, How

unlike themselves. We get out and

lean on the fence. They don’t seem

to notice we are there.

 

The second way I split up the excerpt of prose, I chose to cut the lines and make them all enjambed until the final line of the poem. Through making the lines enjambed it helped strengthen some of the imagery such as the cows standing under the trees. Also it helped create a better flow because you get to the end and are thinking of the different ways the line should end sentence wise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem 3

 

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass,

Lifting their necks to pull leaves down.

 

We slow the truck,

pull over to the side of the road to watch them.

 

How graceful they look,

How unlike themselves.

 

We get out and lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

 

 

The third time playing around with the excerpt I tried to focus on the breaking up of the lines into stanzas. I created four equal stanzas of two lines each because I feel the flow is better and it breaks apart the different events within the poem. I kept the lines all end-stopped to truly experiment with stanza breaks.


Similes Experiment (Journal 3)

Notice (unified similes)

Standing alone in a crowd,

A girl’ s shirt, a yellow so bright it’s as if she’s a neon sign

saying, notice me!

I ask you, please notice the girl.

 

But no one ever does,

The girl shines as if she’s a star illuminating the night sky.

The girl walks around with light following her as if it’s a halo above her head.

The girl has a smile that lights up the whole room.

The girl has the outwards appearance of light so that no one knows

how terribly broken she is on the inside.

 

On the inside,

The girl is like the dark blue waves crashing against grey shoreline.

The girl can hold her emotions in better than anyone.

The girl constantly battling the demons within her is so terribly alone.

 

All the girl wants is to be notice,

so, she tries to become like light, something that is noticed by all.

I hope her plan can work, which is why I will ask again,

Please notice the girl who trying to be one with the light.

Notice (non-unified similes)

Standing along in a crowd,

A girl’s shirt, a yellow so bright it’s as if she’s the sun

saying, notice me!

I ask you, please notice the girl.

 

But no one ever does,

The girl shines as if she’s a piece of glass just cleaned.

The girl walks around with light following her as if it’s waiting to take her away.

The girl has a smile that lights up the whole room.

The girl has the outwards appearance of light so that no one knows

how terribly broken she is on the inside.

 

On the inside,

The girl is like is like a grey landscape, so cold and alone.

The girl can hold her emotions in better than anyone.

The girl constantly battling the demons within her.

 

All the girl wants is to be notice,

so, she tries to become like light, something that is noticed by all.

I hope her plan can work, which is why I will ask again,

Please notice the girl who trying to be one with the light.


The Next Thing Always Belongs

Choosing a Side

Just say Pops and I’m back,

in the funeral parlor, where only crying and the blowing of noses can be heard.

Except for me, you’ll be able to hear my singing Disney songs at the top of my lungs.

 

Everyone handles loss differently,

people are like snowflakes, all unique.

We are all made up of bones and muscles but when it comes to emotions we are all different.

 

Who knew a man so full of life could be taken away by death?

Sure, the man was sick but he never stopped until my days were filled with joy,

I want that my back. The man who said I’d never find anyone like him again.

 

Getting him back is impossible, I know but I wish it wasn’t

I keep imagining him as a caterpillar living in a cocoon waiting to become a butterfly.

Shopping with Pops was always fun, one time he asked to buy leaves off the plants at the store.

Listening when he would say I’m his little munchkin one minute, then

Curse like a drunken sailor the next.

 

I don’t want him back, because I have found someone else like him.

Does that make me a horrible person?

He always said I was a flat-head trying to do a phillips head’s job.

My boyfriend is so much like my grandpa that I hardly miss my Pops anymore.

 

Love is an emotion constantly felt but so hard to describe.

I can’t stop thinking that I traded my childhood love for my adult love.

 

My heart is only so big and I feel like by loving Zak, I’m losing

my grandpa, the memories we made, and my childhood.

 

My grandfather reminded me of Bruce Willis, tough but sweet.

I feel always at a crossroad, each way a different life, I’m leaving the choice to you

Choose a path to walk.

 


Personal Universe

Journal #1 for the course was to come up with a  list of words that is significant to you. This is my personal universe of words:

Taste: milk chocolate, chicken, bubble-gum, gummy bears, blueberry, root beer, mussels, watermelon, potato chips, lemon, cinnamon, grandma’s cooking, starburst, birthday cake, sugar

Touch: glass, seaweed, jellyfish, sand, silk, hands, blanket, Barbie Dolls, hug, kisses, jewelry, skin, key-chain, snow, pine cones

Smell: salt water, chlorine, shampoo, orange, K.C, skunk, outdoors, nose, petrol, horses, alcohol, body-odor, new car, mulch, coffee

Hearing: bells, pick-up lines, laughter, off key singing, wind chimes, talking, crying, roar, bark, meow, National Anthem, whispers, car engine, beach waves, police sirens

Sight: dorm room, Time Square, stars, moon, sunshine, a person’s face, a mountain range, beach, a book family photo, airplane, shadow, eyes, television, pumpkins

Actions/Motions: children, puppy, family, drive, sleeping, explore, cooking, cuddle, reading, traveling

Abstractions: Culture, Home,  Independence

Anything Else: friendship, Christmas, passage of time, Zak, Andrew, Switzerland, passion

 

 



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