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I read over Estrellita last night and I wasn't quite satisfied with it. I remember working on it a while back and thinking that it was done. As I read it yesterday, it just didn't have the flow that I intended. I am revisiting it now to see where it can go.
I started writing this poem at the Sam Houston State Writing Project. I left it alone, unfinished, until a traumatic experience jolted me from my poetic slumber. A family member was hospitalized. When this event occurred, I wasn't quite sure how to understand completely what had happened. I was in some kind of funk. I couldn't sleep or concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. Finally, after much processing time and soul searching, I finished this poem. I went back to the unfinished version and poured my heart out into it. When I finished it, I felt liberated from a heavy fog that wouldn't dissipate. Writing is truly cathartic, especially when it is poetry. I hope you get a glimpse into what I was going through and feel a sense of relief in the end. I dedicate this poem to my beautiful sister Diane. She is an inspiration to me.
DECEMBER
By M Ucles
Born
Into this world
Seven on the day of infamy
Seven in the cold, cold rustling wind
Brushing up against my rosy red cheeks
Nose nastily running
Searching through
Once barren pockets
Housing the puffs of plenty
Wadded into a ball
I stand
Peering into the dark and dreary
Dark and dreary monstrous tree branches
Flailing effortlessly into nothingness
The ultimate struggle captured
As a frozen Polaroid
Lifeless
Alone
I behold
Yet cannot contain
This moment
So surreal
Surrounding, engulfing
Everything I am
Serenely
Delicately
Reaching, grasping
Covering
Caressing
Embracing
Consuming
Snow
Descending effortlessly
Numbing, piercing,
Placidly pervading my being
Blanketing my soul
In a motionless dance
No sound
No words
Pure silence
Peace
Enters side door left
for a second
or two
maybe more
Peace
Finally
Soulfully
Lovingly
Alights
My way
Thank God Almighty
Peace At last
Peace At last
Permeating
My heart
My Mind
My Soul
Palpable
Pristine
Peace
Thanks so much! I guess I was trying to capture the feeling of numbness in the cold but at the same time a peaceful feeling coming from a place of struggle. I think you captured the essence of it. I wrote this after my sister was in the hospital. At the time, I couldn't concentrate on anything. I was extremely worried and didn't know how to really process what had happened. I was numb. Then I looked over a poem, that wasn't finished, from the summer and then I went from it and this is what morphed from my extreme makeover in the revision. I was revising things inside of me and trying to make sense of things. It was so cathartic for me. When I finished this, after a couple more revisions, I felt great about it and wanted to put it up. It was after this, that I could concentrate and get back to work and life. It was a way to get things out and vent, if that makes sense. Thanks for your kind words! Please over analyze all day, if that's what you call it. I call it going deep, very deep! Mil gracias!
Beautiful Maureen! One can look at this poem from different lenses. It invites the reader to think in different perspectives of their lives and not just about a birth month or day. You say so much with this poem. "Born Into this world Seven on the day of infamy" I think of the opposite events occurring on that same day, life and death. In reality both ends were about survival. I love the arrow shapes you used to convey a more meaningful poem. It definitely adds and strengthens the conventional elements of the poem, especially in the meaning of words and rhythm. One can easily connect through experience of sadness and happiness, birth and loss, negative and positive, sickness and health because the title "December" opens the door to various interpretations which means that many will just love it. I'm thinking of the many ways one can be born after life changing experiences occur in our lives. After all, isn't peace and happiness what we seek the most? Maybe I'm just over-analyzing your poem Maureen... OOPS! hahaha! I do that sometimes. I've enjoyed reading "December". Awesome!
I have returned to this post from my previous blog. Returning to it after three years brings new ideas to my mind. Definitely this could be used as a trigger or stimulus for writing. It definitely could be trigger for the personal narrative or expository writing. I could use it to write poetry as well. It would depend on the reader's and writer's stance.
I do know that showing this video has produced great conversation and writing.
Do you ever go to lunch with no one by your side Cause the moment you arrive they all leave the table Calling me everything but my name Need I remind you again just call me Rachel How would you feel if you running home crying Lock yourself in your room, don't want anyone to see ya While everyone's having fun outside, and you're telling yourself
I won't let it get to me no more I don't wanna feel this way I can't believe I let it go so far No no, it's not okay What do you know about me? Do you wanna know what I think? Mean girls, mean girls I'm a just comb you outta my curls Mean girls, mean girls You no longer run my world Mean girls, mean girls I'm a just comb you outta my curls
How would you feel every time you go to school Someone's looking at you weird calling you a loser All these girls wearing bubble-gum pink Guess I didn't get the memo Cause they're laughing at my blue shirt Well I hope you feeling good about you treating someone you know like a perfect stranger Cause it's easier than standing by my side Ohhh I won't let it get to me no more I don't wanna feel this way I can't believe I let it go so far No no, it's not okay What do you know about me? Do you wanna know what I think? Mean girls, mean girls I'm a just comb you outta my curls Mean girls, mean girls You no longer run my world
Who do you think you are Loud mouth, cafeteria star Maybe somebody was cruel to you So you think that's what you're supposed to do One day, it might be you When you need a friend, but you no longer cool When everyone leaves when you walk in the room I just hope they forgive you
I won't let it get to me no more I don't wanna feel this way I can't believe I let it go so far No no, it's not okay What do you know about me? Do you wanna know what I think? Mean girls, mean girls I'm a just comb you outta my curls Mean girls, mean girls You no longer run my world Mean girls, mean girls I'm a just comb you outta my curls
The very popular boy band called One Direction produced a song that could be used for my different purposes in the classroom. This song could be used to further explore lyrical poetry, be a trigger for writing poetry or expository writing. There are many ways this song could be used in the classroom. What is your reading and writing stance? What Makes You Beautiful-One Direction
"What Makes You Beautiful"
[Verse 1] [Liam]
You're insecure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you walk through the door,
Don't need make-up,
To cover up,
Being the way that you are is enough,
[Bridge] [Harry]
Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you,
[Chorus] [All]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
That's what makes you beautiful
[Verse 2] [Zayn]
So c-come on,
You got it wrong,
To prove I'm right,
I put it in a song,
I don't know why,
You're being shy,
And turn away when I look into your eye eye eyes,
[Bridge] [Harry]
Everyone else in the room can see it,
Everyone else but you,
[Chorus] [All]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately,
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
[Harry]
That's what makes you beautiful
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na [x2]
[Middle 8] [Harry]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
[All]
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
[Chorus] [All]
Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful ([Zayn:] Oh),
If only you saw what I can see,
You'll understand why I want you so desperately ([Harry:] desperately),
Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe,
You don't know,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
You don't know you're beautiful,
Oh oh,
The lyrics below could be used as writing trigger to go along with the study of lyrical poetry. It could also be a trigger for expository or persuasive writing. What would you like, if you could have anything? A Mac Book Pro wouldn't be a bad idea. I would just like more time to blog!
