Thursday, January 24, 2013

Snow in the Forecast!

Will we get to experience the essence of this poem tomorrow? 


Snowflakes

 

I feel the air as I walk.

Soon, I feel it’s everywhere.

I can’t help thinking

that I am sinking.

Everywhere that I see

snowflakes are falling from the sky.

They drop down onto me

as I look up to see

that what I am seeing

are all these snowflakes are not the same.

I try to find someone to tell

but I soon realize

that I am

 alone.

 

by

Sierra R., Grade 9

Monday, December 17, 2012

A Balancing Act

Sometimes life is a balancing act.  Kristina's poem reminds us of this. 

I Am

I am a realist and a dreamer
I wonder if I am going down the right path
I hear the clock ticking faster
I see that nothing lasts forever
I desire to never make mistakes

 
I am a realist and a dreamer
I pretend that I live in a fairytale
I feel the pressure to be perfect
I reach for the stars
I worry that I won’t achieve my goal
I cringe at the thought of growing old

 
I am a realist and a dreamer
I know where I belong
I believe that everything happens for a reason
I dream to make memories come alive
I try to image that life always goes on
I hope to make pictures appear with a flash
I am a realist and a dreamer


by Kristina H., Grade 9

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Book Spine Poems

Did you know that writing a poem can be as simple as the artful arrangement of book spines from your home library?  Even better, these poems are "Instagrammable!"  Look at how these eighth grade students arranged their collection to craft a poem.




by Liam C. Grade 8




by Noah D. Grade 8















by Austin M. Grade 8



by Linnea S. Grade 8

Monday, November 26, 2012

I Am

Pattern and repetition often result in a poem that gathers momentum as you read it.  We know that is just one of the many facets you will love about the poem below about the struggles of a writer to achieve perfection -- or at least power!

I Am

I am literate and imaginative
I wonder what will inspire me next
I hear my pen gliding across paper
I see a constant flow of letters
I desire to step outside the box

I am literate and imaginative
I pretend to relive the moment
I feel the weight shift under my pen
I touch the fibers of the paper
I dislike being uninspired
I am upset by bland adjectives

I am literate and imaginative
I know there are a million ways to word it
I believe I will inspire the emotions of others
I dream of the image I distill with my words
I try to string all my thoughts in to order
I hope my words capture the attention of others.

I am literate and imaginative

Maddy G.
Grade 9


artwork by Davia D.

Rhyming (At Last!)


You may  have noticed that we shy away from rhyming poems on sevenatenine, but here is one that will impress you with its simplicity of rhythm and positive tone.
 
Below the poem is the painting upon which it is based.
 
Journey


Go and sail the ocean blue
A whole adventure for me and you
Go on a journey to set you free
Come escape from reality
Come to the land of dreams
Here we are all kings or queens
Out on the ocean blue
We can go to a land like you never knew
The journey is rough and filled with fear
But when it ends, it’s better than here!

By Dylan W.
Grade 8



The Journey by Selma Bortner

Monday, November 12, 2012

Ekphrastic Poetry from Art on the Move


Did you know that poetry or songs based on art are called "ekphrastic poems?"  Think of Don McLean's song "Vincent" or Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams." Both of these songs are inspired by famous painting, and therefore they are "ekphrastic." The poem below is based on Early Light by Vincent Ceglia from the Art on the Move program.

In the following poem, note how the ambiguous imagery in the poem inspires clear revelations in the poet.  Also observe his excellent use of personification.

The Colors of War

Early Light,
Blues, yellows, and orange,
Fight.
The weak cyan and turquoise,
Retreat in defeat,
As the deep blue rushes onwards in protest,
Smothering the feeble armies of green and yellow.
The smoke clears,
And the fighting resumes.
The air is filled with the sounds of battle,
The ground beneath the soldier’s feet,
Begins to rattle.
Fallen warriors,
Are buried under fresh new paint.
New colors emerge,
In the shadows of others.
Inert,
The soldiers stand still, steady, strong, and ready.
Red blood of the fallen warriors,
Oozes down to the bottom of the battlefield.
The yellow army,
Is engulfed in blue,
And the colors blend to create a new hue.
Green, orange, red, blue, and yellow,
Finally settle as the fight comes to a close,
And the wet paint dries.
The masterpiece is finally completed,
And the artist stands proud and tall, admiring his work of art.
Blues, yellows, and orange fight.
Early Light.

by Dylan J.

Early Light by Vincent Ceglia
 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Hurricane Haiku

Everyone came across staggering images during the course of Hurricane Sandy; some of us even captured pictures of them in our own backyards!  The photograph below was taken by Charles Sykes of the Associated Press (AP), and it inspired two Holicong eighth graders to write some haiku. (And yes, in case you are wondering, the plural of "haiku" is "haiku.")


 
 
Bumblebees drowning
Head first, then stingy black tails
Wings too damp to fly.
 
Arden H., eighth grade
 
 
 
 
Zombie taxi cabs
Rising from the storm water
Pushing through the lake.
 
Matthew C., eighth grade
 
 
 
Love those metaphors, Arden and Matthew! Keep up the good work!
 
In other random word knowledge, who knew that the word "stingy"-- as in "He's so stingy he took her to Wendy's for a first date" -- is spelled the same way as "stingy" in Arden's poem, which refers to the "stingy" black tails of bumblebees. 
 
Additionally, if you saw some images circulating the Internet during the hurricane that you thought were too bizarre to be true, check out this blog article from The Atlantic to verify the accuracy of the pictures you were sharing:  http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2012/10/sorting-the-real-sandy-photos-from-the-fakes/264243/