A Pondering Moment: Class Comments

Hi!

I'm very impressed with some of the wordle poems you created in class today. We saw today that poetry is word art as well as sound art. Could we say that video poetry is the cross over of word art and sound art (sound word art)?

In your comments, you mentioned that video poetry shows pictures at the same time and that the words move. Some of you thought that it was a better way for poetry to express its message because of this. Others wondered why some of the poems didn't have written words or why the words were flying. All of these are valid comments. At least one comment mentioned that talking about poetry in a poem is a new idea. Could you imagine painting a picture about art or singing a song about music?

Your interpretations of the recorded poems also made me rethink how I had listened to them. Being A Woman is a tribute to hard working mothers. I hadn't thought of it that way. Gypsy is about someone running away from people in the name of independence and accomplishment. Keep reading with that level of insight! We'll keep publishing your poems (4 A-Coupons per poem) here and I'm excited to record your poems in the coming week. Soon we'll have our own class CD of poems and you'll be able to perform them if you like before Thanksgiving.

--Ms. Carbine

Tomorrow

Today is gone and so comes tomorrow.

Gliding in as gently and swiftly as a cloud.

Each day waiting to be a tomorrow.

Waiting to be something

that people walk upon Dance upon.

Waiting to be a tomorrow.

Fall

kitten

they are young and small

padding up on little feet

the cutest thing here

Ripples Triple

Things will be bad

And there's no stopping

While the Sun comes up.

The sky is pink in despair.

Things will be good

And we can stop them.

You shouldn't care

About that at all.

Ripples Triple

Pennies fall

And you don't care at all

at all........

Take A Penny

Take a penny

Watch it fall

Let it clang

against the wall

Take a string

Watch it fall

Let it brush

against the wall

Take my body

Watch it fall

Let it melt

into the wall

A poem is...

A poem is...

a memory

a lifetime

an ear

a mirror

A poem is......

a body

a hope

a faith

a believer

a learner

A poem is......

a teacher

a student

a textbook

a novel

an essay

A poem is me.

Mushy Peach, Overripe Heart

Rearranging the words using wordle changed the way I read the poem and helped me find new meaning in a poem that I haven't looked at in a while. How did you look at your wordled poems? Did you look at them in a new light?

A mushy peach:

Sweet prickly pit peaches

bled tender ripe fruit love

like slow juicy metaphors.

Sounds rotten like

echoes of a thousand reaching little words.

Smelly cream dreams,

sore rain lands. Ready? Burst!

An overripe heart.