Chapter Fifteen
In this chapter from The Mind’s Eye by Kevin Clark, I learned how to let myself write whatever came to mind and how to trust myself and to have fun with my writing. I learned that it’s okay to write confusing and weird poems because it shows your creativity, just so long as it does make some kind of sense, no poem should be difficult for the sake of being difficult. I think the most important lesson that I took away from this lesson was to trust myself, because if I am always doubting myself and not believing in what I’m doing I’ll never grow and I’ll never learn. I was tasked with writing six prompts of the nine given me and these are the three that I decided to work with.
Final DraftAll I fixed here was that I took out the part where I identified the object that broke as my air conditioner, because it ruined the surprise and mystery of the whole poem, and I also had a grammar error.
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First Draft
The prompt for this was to write a poem that progressed almost entirely by association. I have ADHD, so getting easily distracted is sort of my thing, and this poem gave me the opportunity to show how weird my brain is. I was sitting in my school counselor’s office and I looked up and saw a yellow flower on the wall in front of me and I wrote that down and continued to write everything that came to mind after seeing that flower. It was neat to see how in the end everything connected, and I had lots of fun writing this.
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I Hate the Color Yellow First Draft | |
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Final DraftIn this poem I took out “as gorgeous and as perfect as a dove” from the fifth stanza and just said “dove” instead because those adjectives were unnecessary. And I also took out “because they feel as if I’m unimportant” because it really didn’t help the storyline. I very much love this poem it really helps me to know that I’ll be okay on my own without negative people in my life.
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Here is a picture of me from prom. This night I drove myself, I bought my dress by myself, I payed for everything nails, hair, makeup, shoes, dress, ticket. I did it and believe me when I say that on this night I have never felt more empowered. This night I knew that I was all I needed in life, me and my family. I won’t ever need anything else.
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First Draft
For this prompt I had write another word-list poem using the words: cage, eviscerate, rogue, kernel, soar, purple, frame, implode, melodic, pigeon, crease, rent. I had to use the words in that exact order and no two words could appear in the same line. I’m going to be one-hundred percent honest here and say that I don’t remember writing this poem. I know that I did, and I remember the prompt, and I remember sitting there and being done with this, but I don’t remember writing the words that I wrote. So when I read this for the first time after I’d written it I almost cried, because at the time that I read it the advice I had given and the words that I said were exactly what I needed to hear. It was like the perfect pep talk from myself. I really love this poem so I hope you enjoy it as well.
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My Revelation First Draft | |
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Final Draft
Well first off I spelled kernel wrong so I had to fix that and I also took out the first three lines from the fourth stanza because they didn’t really make sense nor did they help get my point across. Those were the only two changes I made to this poem.
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Rogue Pigeon Final Draft | |
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First DraftThe prompt here was to write a word-list poem with these twelve words: cage, eviscerate, rogue, kernel, soar, purple, frame, implode, melodic, pigeon, crease, rent. I could use these words in any order but no two of the words could appear in the same line. While writing this poem I wanted to be creative so I wrote about a pigeon who saw a beautiful city destroyed by society and the city lost itself. The pigeon knew and saw it all she felt the pain and she heard the city fall. I had a lot of fun writing this poem I felt that I finally started to trust myself.
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