Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, 8 September 2014

Fish is Fish Poem

Dear Fish…

Fish,
every belief, every creature
has their own meaning and characteristics
some have feathers or hair instead of scales
not everything is a fish
but everything is unique

Fish,
you can glance out of the water,
but the world without water is not for you
you may picture that world
with its grass, animals, and trees
but know that not everything is the way you see it

Fish,
try to enjoy your surroundings
appreciate what you have: an underwater paradise
be grateful for who you are
and for what you can do
Imagine and Imagine

Fish,
you are free to explore the water world
fish can not walk on land they can only go in the sea
you have to understand that we are not all the same
and that is okay

Your pal,
Frog (a.k.a. Mr. Z’s SS Class 2014-5)




Thursday, 1 May 2014

Mr. Z Presents - What's the Point of Poetry?

As a young child I enjoyed hearing poetry. I liked the rhythm and the rhyme and often the silly or funny topics that poets wrote for children. But once I got older, and the poetry got more serious, I struggled to enjoy it. At that point, the only thing I really liked about poetry was that it was short. Fortunately my feelings about poetry have received an injection of fun over the past few years as I’ve learned to look at it differently. This year, during the poetry unit, I learned a lot from some very special teachers, and as a result, my love for the genre continues to grow.

Michael Salinger and Sara Holbrook, the visiting poets who taught some of our poetry classes during the unit, showed me a lot about the process of writing poetry. One of the most important tips centered around revision. They taught me to create “versions” of the poem I was working on. The title of my first draft is called “Version 1”. I make a copy of the completed Version 1 and then begin tearing it apart for a “Version 2”. At this point I’m cutting out unnecessary words, finding the right sensory detail to make my ideas objective and not subjective. Later I might create a Version 3 and focus on elements of poetry like alliteration or rhyming. If you look at my poem “Cool”, you’ll see the final result of this process. That poem looked very different in its original form!

One thing that I now really love about poetry is the way it can capture a moment. I had a lot of fun using a photo of my kids playing with some dogs when we were on vacation in Australia. Writing from an image like this helped me to remember and include sensory details that I felt in that moment. Then I went one step further and wrote the poem “Orchard” using a string of prepositional phrases. I found that this process really helped me to put the moment into words.

Finally, a poetic element I’ve been trying to utilize within my poems is alliteration. I am aware of the sounds of words, and I enjoy combining words that share the same beginning sound. Often I feel this technique enhances my poems. You can see this at work in the poem “The Beauty of Simplicity” in lines like “humming in the hallways” or “cluttered chaos”. I’m making conscious choices now as a poet with my words, and I like the result.

Moving forward with my writing, I think that poetry will be a genre that I’ll write more frequently. I also see ways to use poetry when I’m writing in a different genre to help me work on building an image or to play with the sound of words. I’m glad to say that this year’s study continues to build on my love for poetry.

Thursday, 24 April 2014

A "Self-Portrait" Poem: "Listening to Grownups Quarreling" by Ruth Whitman



This poem spoke to me immediately, starting with the title. Growing up I had two very loving parents who saw eye to eye most of the time. However, there were occasions when they would argue or fight, and those moments were scary for me and they left a strong and lasting impact. The poem even mentions a brother “standing in the hall against the wall with my little brother”, which was exactly my situation. In fact, often my brother and I would take sides with our parents in arguments. So as I read a line like “blown like leaves against the wall by their voices” I was taken right back to the emotion of those moments where you could hear the air - absolute silence - in between the yelling. This line spoke to me because in those moments of parents arguing, it was like my breath was yanked from me and like I was pushed away from them - slammed outside the door, kind of like blown leaves.


Now that I’ve read the poem a bunch of times, I really have come to appreciate what the poet, Ruth Whitman, is doing with imagery. She packs this poem with amazing similes, including the one I mentioned above. One that really stands out is when she describes her head “like a pingpong ball between the paddles of their anger”. What an image! I really get the idea of being smashed back and forth as you watch the two people you love so much arguing back and forth. You want to jump in and help, but their “paddles of anger” keep hitting you. That final line about “paddles of anger” also really adds a lot to the simile, because it gets into the raw emotion of the moment.

A final poetic element that Ruth Whitman used effectively for me was the personification in the line “I heard the claws of the rain pounce”.  Rain is often soft and gentle, but a rain that comes with the anger of a quarrel would be sharp and painful. Therefore, the claws imagery works really well to remind me of the emotions I felt in those times.