Poetry-ish

This past week I was introduced to real poetry. I had never really thought about any of the poetry I had read before, but this past week I was shown how to read, analyze, and learn from poems. So I thought I would post some of the "poems" I've written. They are quite horrible, but who cares.

Cat - 2/9/1999 (age 7)
A cat is furry.
It likes to be petted.
It’s never in a hurry.
But don’t get it wetted!

Squirrels - 2007 (age 14)
Scampering quickly
The squirrels come out of their homes
Walking on the rock

Debate Partner! – 10/15-2008 (age 15)
The email came.
Final debate partners told.
The email came.
Who could it be?
The email came.
I've waited so long.
The email came.
From the debate coach.
The email came.
My fate in two words.
The email came
Who could it be?
The email came.
Heart racing, I opened it.
The email had come.
Quickly looking.
The email had come.
Total excitement.
The email was read.
Laughing and glad.
The email was read.
Just a bit scared.
The email came.
But, oh so happy.
The email had come.
Going to be an awesome year.
The email was read.

Dripping Dropping - 11/1/2008 (age 15)
Voices whisper as it trickles through the leaves.
Mist sprays up from a cars tire like a strong wave crash in the sea.
People like ants run from the wetness penetrating the earth.
The liquid diamonds shatter on the ground and the head of little brown haired girl.
The sky's tears fall on the thirsty ground.
Umbrellas look like colored clouds floating down the sidewalk.
Sad worms wriggle to the air.
And happy children play in the silver puddles.

Debate! Gahh! – 11/3/2008 (age 15)
I have so much debate.
1AC needs to be done.
I have so much debate.
Neg ev needs to be found.
I have so much debate.
Cases need to be thought out.
I have so much debate.
Need to buy sticky notes.
I have so much debate.
Have to talk to partner.
I have so much debate.
Tournament in 5 days.
I have so much debate.
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Jumble – 3/29/2009 (age 16)
My soul yearns.
It wants, it pleads
Like the tide of the ocean
My soul pulls.

Wind.
Blowing softly, lightly playing
Like sheets dancing in space
The wind blows.

Warm.
Joy in a scientific form
Like the smile of a child
It warms me.

My Dance – 4/11/2009 (age 16)
In the Kitchen
Cleaning, dancing
Spinning, washing

Knee Socks
Laughing, folding
Working, twirling

Music, Art and Love.

They tie together, so simply complex.

Risa sent me this song today. It made me want to dance and sing. Music has so much power over our souls. The chello makes me melt. And the amazing piano in this song locks my gaze.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fsaritaslittleblog%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F&feature=player_embedded

Yesterday in my ceramics class I learned the very old Japanese firing technique of Raku. "Raku" means "happiness by chance." I *love* it. You heat the pot in a garbage can like kiln, until it is glowing hot. Then you take the piece out and move it to a different garbage can with newspaper in it. The heat from the pot lights the paper on fire. The thermic shock between cans causes cracks that become black with the smoke. It is beautiful. The whole thing from the beginning, then burning garbage cans, and finally a beautiful vase, or pot. Here are a few pictures of Raku.

Stump

Some of you have heard what happened to my beloved Sabean, the rat. We were in Spain when I found out. Grandma had killed her. She didn't mean to.. but she did. (No hard feelings Grandma!) Grandma forgot about poor ol' Sabean in the 110 degree weather. Sabean died of heat stroke. Grandma felt so bad she put Sabean in the pool to revive the rat. This was preceded by mouth to mouth.... The rat was dead.  (Yeah! Mouth to mouth!! lol heh that made me laugh) Anyways, on the way to debate at the Weilands, we saw a Petco. So we hopped in to have a look. And I found the most wonderful, sweet, and calm rat! Her name is Stump. Stump? Why Stump? Well it seems poor little Stump got into some kind of accident. Her little rat tail was chopped off! So all that is there is a one inch stub. Thus she is Stump! Right now she's asleep in my sweat shirt pocket and is as cute as can be.

My soul yearns.
It wants, it pleads
Like the tide of the ocean
My soul pulls.

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