Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Extended haiku poem

ring ring damn alarm!
another day, hello school
can't I stay in bed?

tick tock time crawls by
lunch is a false, quick release
can I make it through?

tick tock time crawls by
sighs of boredom, nodding heads
ring ring we are free!

Two poems

These are two poems of mine that I like:

The Bell (haiku poem)

tick tock time crawls by
sighs of boredom, nodding heads
ring ring we are free!


Young Love (metaphor poem)

I thought it would last
It felt never ending, didn't it?
Freedom, Happiness, Comfort, and Warmth
but it breaks, doesn't it?
The leaves turn and the wind chills
and summer ends, like my heart breaks
soon as you came, soon as we parted
our young love shattered, didn't it?
the promises made and the time on our hands
fleeting and gone like a shooting star
just as is summer, too good to last
we had something great, remember, wasn't it?
it's hard to believe life can be so cruel
young love is a false and lulling security
soon as it started, its pulled away
because things, they got in the way, didn't they?
now we try and we struggle, desperate to hold on
to the best days of our lives, fulfilling and sweet
forces stronger than us, they broke us
we thought it would last
It felt never ending, didn't it?

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Anastasia Krupnik

I brought in the book, Anastasia Krupnik, by Lois Lowry. It is the first book in the series which chronicles the life of Anastasia starting at age 10. I ordered this book from a Scholastic cagtalog for kids. I read it in about 2nd grade and within the first page I loved it. I love the Anastasia books because they are funny and heart-warming. Anastasia is a hilarious and unique character. Her thoughts and actions reflect the confusion of adolescense. I was able to relate to this well at my age. One passage that I like can be found on page 2:

"Anastasia had a small pink wart in the middle of her left thumb. She found her wart very pleasing. It had appeared quite by surprise, shortly after her tenth birthday, on a morning when nothing elseinteresting was happening, and it was the first wart she had ever had, or seen.

"It's the loveliest color I've seen in a wart," her mother, who had seen others, said with admiration.

"Warts, you know," her father had told her, "have a kind of magic to them. they come and go without any reason at all, rather like elves."

I like this passage because it introduces the three central characters. You see Anastasia's unique personality, her mother's kindness and her professor father's constant interesting comments. Anastasia's experiances are always of importance to her, like her first wart. This perspective creates a dramatic atmosphere for her, which spawns much of the book's hilarity.

Prompts:
1. In 4-5 sentences describe a memorable "first" experience that you had during your childhood, similar to Anastasia's first wart.
2. Think back to when you were ten, like Anastasia. What was your favorite thing about being ten? Least favorite?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Everything you want to me know about me

My name is Katie and I am a senior in high school. I have always liked writing. My favorite time to write is when I am feeling stressed out or emotional. Then, I like to vent for poems. This is also my third year on the school newspaper. I like to write entertainment and features stories. I enjoy editing others' articles for the news and features sectionsof the paper. Over the next four months I hope to stretch my brain creatively and become a better writer because of it. My favorite writer is J.K. Rowling. I am a huge Harry Potter fan! I think that J.K. Rowling has an amazingly impressive capacity for weaving and unfolding complex and engrossing plot lines. The characters are endearing and the magic is captivating.

I wrote a metaphor poem in class about young love. I compared it to summer. I was inspired by having watched the film, The Notebook, the night before. Here it is:

I thought it would last
It felt never ending, didn't it?
Freedom, Happiness, Comfort, and Warmth
but it breaks, doesn't it?
The leaves turn and the wind chills
and summer ends, like my heart breaks
soon as you came, soon as we parted
our young love shattered, didn't it?
the promises made and the time on our hands
fleeting and gone like a shooting star
just as is summer, too good to last
we had something great, remember, wasn't it?
it's hard to believe life can be so cruel
young love is a false and lulling security
soon as it started, its pulled away
because things, they got in the way, didn't they?
now we try and we struggle, desperate to hold on
to the bets days of our lives, fulfilling and sweet
forces stronger than us, they broke us
we thought it would last
It felt never ending, didn't it?

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