Wednesday, October 10, 2012

10/10/12

Today we worked with the quick write from yesterday and penned poems.

Poem Drafting Exercise

Autobiography Poem:  Expanding with Detail and Invention

Select a single moment from your 20 minute fast write and show the reader the moment in a poem.  Select an ordinary event, draft a poem, then add details to make the experience more meaningful.  Invent additional images, actions, or sensory description.  Advice:
  • Use sight, sound, smell, taste and touch to describe the setting
  • Include Dialogue

Write in Stanzas

Student model:

                                    I leave pools of burgundy choke cherries,
                                    Shout: “Be back at five.”
                                    But mom says: “You call this clean?”
                                    “I’ll be late,” I plead.
                                    “Late for What?”
                                    I look down and can’t confess I’m only
                                    Hoping to meet a girl accidentally, maybe.
                                    She points at the broom.  I sweep
                                    Knowing I’ll never see Suzanne now.

                                    I sprint up Pine Trail sure I’ve missed her.
                                    I turn up Snowapple and a brilliant red maple blinds me.
                                    It looks like it is on fire.  Then I hear a runner behind me,
                                    And Suzanne’s voice: “Hey, change your route?”
                                    I face her.  Sweat beads up on the bridge
                                    Of her nose, and her bangs are matted brown.
                                    “Look at this tree,” I say and feel stupid.
                                    But she says, “Yeah.”  And we stand
                                    Wordless until the sun disappears.
                       
                                    “Wanna have an ice cream?” she says.
                                    “Sure.”  I slip my fingers into hers as we stroll
                                    past the post office like we have never seen it before.
                                    At Miller’s Dairy, I order double fudge almond, and
                                    Suzanne orders chocolate chip cookie dough,
                                    And we silently lick the cones smooth.
                                    

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