I gave my Poetry-writing students this assignment this week and a couple of them asked if I could post their poems.
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The Letter C
Easy to mold like dough in the
hands of the chef.
Sometimes soft and silent.
C is usually a harsh letter,
cutting the tongue, sneakily
carving away one’s hopes with words
like cancer and casualties,
picking at dreams as if they were carcasses
on which the vultures and
coyotes feast;
leaving the survivors to contemplate
the quality of life of the deceased.
They find themselves empty
like a cast that has no cracked bones to support;
just a body with broken soul to contain.
C is the chief of containing bad news,
the master of chaos;
coming and going as it pleases,
living not to calm the feared
but to warn the careful,
to whisper to those who care
enough to listen.
7 comments:
Hi Moriah, I like the way you've used the C in your poem!
Creative alliteration!
IT’S NOT FUNNY . . . OR IS IT?
I tried to post to this earlier. Your students are talented and clearly you provide them with great instruction. I am very impressed with how focused, descriptive and creative your students are.
Please tell Moriah, I enjoyed her poem.
Well done, Moriah! I like the cutting edge feel that your poem brings to the letter c - surely no softy, is it?
Care has C too. Moriah, you showed how c works into our psyche!
this makes a very strong read. moriah, you dared to look at the other side of the letter. i enjoyed your poem.
Wow, excellent thought provoking and true! I love poetry that has deep meaning such as this one! Clearly there is talent and lots of soul in your class!
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