Monday, May 9, 2016

Shakespearean Sonnets

On April 23, 1616, the renounced Elizabethan poet, William Shakespeare, passed away. In honor of the 400th anniversary of his death, 9th graders composed sonnets to commemorate his style of poetry and his lasting legacy. Enjoy these two sonnets (14 lines, 10 syllables--stressed and non-stressed) about the power of a blossoming flower and the chaotic storm of thoughts.

Twisted Beauty

One dozen that are cuddled red and bright,

Magical crowns lying in a glass vase,

Have the power to make somebody's night.

This symbol of love holds this world in place,

But who knew something so beautiful has

The elegant power of lonely rage?

The wispy petals fall down slowly as

It spreads. Fake beauty is meant for the stage.

A rose is just a perfume that showers,

A fragrance for the world to see as love.

It is of little matter -- the flower.

The beauty hypnotizes the brain of

What is truly important. The rose thrives

In lies and love that keeps the roots alive.

By Julia W., Grade 9

A Thoughtless Storm

Crashing tides of muse beat on rocky cliffs

Cerebral work, making and breaking words,

Erode dire thoughts, caves of buried shrifts

People’s opinions like sea-faring birds,

Nest in crevices, find others to join

Together leave young, for’er on your mind

Forever septic thoughts rest in your loin,

Forever cracked eggshells on cliffs to find.

Imagination, a vortex of cloud

A rainbow, a storm, silver moon, sunlight

Inspired reflection ascends the shroud,

Water droplets, like ideas, take flight.

The mindless thoughts like waves, coil in the sea,

They gather, they run, collide and recede.

By Vita M., Grade 9

Artwork by Nina M., Grade 9

Sunday, May 8, 2016

En Plein Air Poems

The En Plein Air style of painting is a phrase borrowed from French meaning "open (in full) air". This month, eighth-graders went outside in search of poetic inspiration from nature and use En Plein Air in poetry. Enjoy these poems, filled with the bright green and sweet smell of spring.


What is green?
Is it just a simple color?
I think it's hope
Hope for a better day
Hope that tomorrow will be better.
Or is it sadness?
The green sadness that makes us cry.
The green sadness that makes our mothers
Envelope us in warmth while we crumble
Or is it just a simple color?
The color clothing, eyes, plants?
I would like to think of it as something else
I think of it as something more.

By Trinity E., Grade 8

Spring Change

Outside, beginnings of new growth start,
The scene, it looks like art.
Fresh, chilly, and tranquil, the birds are chirping,
New energy and beginnings, spring is starting.
The beauty and hope wash away despair,
Fresh beginnings, crisp and beautiful, lie in the air. 

 By Aaron W., Grade 8