Chapter Six
In this the sixth chapter of The Mind’s Eye by Kevin Clark, I learned how to properly put feeling and emotions into my poems, and how to write about myths, and historical figures, and current events. This chapter has by far been my favorite chapter to read and had some of my favorite prompts. I had to pick seven of fourteen prompts to given me and here are four of those seven. I definitely had to really get out of my comfort zone when writing some of these but I realize that once you reach outside your comfort zone there is no limit to what you can write.
I Had To Final Draft
In this draft I made clearer the conflict and what was going on exactly, and I added a parallelism in the last paragraph. This poem shows the way that my mind works when under stress. I tend to just keep saying the say phrase over and over again, which in turn stresses me out even more.
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I Had To First DraftFor this poem the prompt was to write a poem that renders the consciousness of a human being who is under extreme duress so I wrote a poem about a man who was hallucinating. He was screaming about something he did to a man who was taunting him, as if there were someone there with him listening, but in the end he was completely alone.
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I Meant ToMy first poem for this prompt was good but my teacher and I both agreed that I could have done so much more with the story of Pandora so that is precisely what I did. I scrapped the other poem and started fresh. In this my new poem I am talking as if I am Pandora and I explain how alone she felt. Maybe she wanted to give pain and suffering to the people so they could feel her pain, so maybe she opened the box on purpose. Maybe she knew what was inside the box all along and Zeus gave her just what she needed.
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My Actions
The prompt for this poem was to take a classical myth and modernize it so I chose Pandora’s Box. She was the first human woman created by the gods, whose name meant “all gifts”. She released all the evil for mankind to endure for the rest of their days, because she opened a box that she was instructed not to. In my first draft of this poem here I explore the curiosity side of this myth modernizing it into the classroom.
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Little Did I Know Final DraftI kept the beginning of the rough draft the same and then I completely rewrote and added on to the end. I had to put myself back in that moment but as an outside observer. Something that my teacher told me which helped me rewrite this poem was “to tell the truth about your feelings you sometimes have to betray someone, and there is nothing wrong with that because it is how you felt during that time”. The person I had to betray was myself. I was happy on that morning. Happy, I was happy on the morning that my father was arrested, and that, for me, was hard to admit.
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This is a picture of my siblings and me years after my father was arrested. I chose to put this picture here to show that we are not dwelling in the pain, but that we have grown and are stronger now because of it.
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No Name Poem First Draft
Writing this poem was hands down the hardest thing I have ever had to do. It was so hard and for a while I sat there, pencil in hand, and stared at a blank sheet paper. The prompt was to write about something that happened in my life that was extremely difficult to bear and I had to write it in the third person. I decided to write about the morning that my father was arrested. I am able to talk about how my dad is in prison and everything about the situation, but when it comes to writing about it I struggle a lot. I struggled just to write any words at all so I threw something down on paper and gave up essentially. This first draft is awful, awful, awful, it doesn’t even have a title that’s how much I didn’t know what to write about.
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Mirror Final Draft
To fix this poem I took out a few cliche statements and made a few parallelisms. There was not too much that I needed to change for this poem from my first draft. It still surprises me how similar I am to this person and in all honesty if we didn’t dislike each other I’m sure we could be really good friends.
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Mirror First Draft
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The prompts for this poem to write about an enemy explaining how I am just like him or her and how that realization is the reason that I hate the person. Just for clarification, I don’t have an “enemy” and I don’t hate this person, I have someone that I strongly dislike and that is whom this poem is about.