Thursday, December 11, 2008

Vague-Shatter-Enemy for 3WW

Every Thursday when I do journal writing with my students, I put the previous day's three words from 3WW on the board and that is one of the prompts they can choose to write about.

When we are done writing, I normally read mine out loud to them.

Today when my seniors came in, they were all in a twitter about some gossip having to do with sex. So, when I started writing, that was on my mind.

The following is what I wrote with no tweaking. I haven't been feeling especially creative this week so it's all I've got.
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Sex is not the enemy
your parents think it is.

Just shatter all those old ideas
they’ve been feeding you.

(Okay, there is no way
I’m going to read this out loud!)

Sex is a healthy part of life
when both people are ready for it.

It shouldn’t lurk in shadows,
a vague shape.

It’s sunshine after rain,
summer after winter.

(And, now, I’m really
getting trite!)

8 comments:

Tumblewords: said...

Neat - what was the reaction?

Pretty Me!! said...

well said :)

*~sis~* said...

i like that....curious how they reacted too! :)

anthonynorth said...

Nothing trite about true feelings. Well said.

ThomG said...

As I read this, I thought about Tom Perrotta's "The Abstinence Teacher." If you've not read it, I recommend it.

But, I will agree that true emotions triumph here. I think I'd rather see teens watch movies and have images of people doing what comes naturally, than killing and maiming - which the human race is good at, but not predispositioned to do.

gautami tripathy said...

As a fellow teacher I know from where it came. I try to tell my students the same thing.

I totally loved this. Trite? No way!

one fourth of a poem

M as in Mint said...

Well said, indeed! And, we'd call it a treat! ;) :)

paisley said...

i am a firm believer that we waste our sexuality when it is indeed in its prime,, only to hold out for something,, or someone that you will grow old with and not want to have sex with.... go figure...

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