Chapter Ten
In this chapter of The Minds Eye by Kevin Clark, I learned about surrealism and how humans seem to think that things must be kept orderly, and surrealist poems intentionally create images that cannot exist in reality. I learned how to write dream poems and it was during this chapter that I slowly allowed myself to think outside of the box. It was hard for me to allow myself to write things that were, basically, dreams because I was scared that people would not understand them. But I learned that as long as they make sense for the most part then who cares what others think? I had to pick four of six prompts given me and here are the two I decided to improve upon.
Final DraftDuring this poem I transition from being awake and talking to a dream and I wasn’t sure how to transition into the dream. But then I remembered that I had written a poem earlier in the semester about falling asleep and I asked my teacher if it would be a good idea to use it as my transition and she loved that idea. So I added that in and the only other edit that I made was that I took out the last two lines after I had her wake up, and I ended the poem with her opening her eyes with new confidence that she got from her grandpa.
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This is a picture of me from my high school graduation. Because I was that girl who was lost without her grandpa, but now that I know that he is always with me I carry him with me everywhere, and in everything I do I want to make him proud.
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First Draft
For this prompt I was tasked with writing a poem that placed a protagonist in some sort of difficult situation and then to have them dream about something confusing to them that helps them understand the difficultly that they were facing in reality. I based this one off of how hard it was for me to lose my grandpa. I genuinely did not know what I was going to do without him. I had to learn that he is always watching over me and that his love is always with me. I used the term “kiddo” in this poem because he used to call me that and after he passed if anyone else did I hated them for it. It helped me to see that it’s okay to mourn but it’s also okay to keep living and to move on.
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Final Draft
When editing this poem I really didn’t have anything to change except for making it obvious that I was watching the dream happen. Without me stating that I was watching as the aliens drove through my kitchen it was even more confusing. That was the only change that I made from the first draft to this one.
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First Draft
This poem is, perhaps, the weirdest poem I have ever written. The prompt I was given was to write a dream poem based on a dream I had actually had. So I thought for the longest time about a dream that would make a good poem but I could not, for the life of me, think of anything! All of my dreams were boring or I could only remember bits and pieces. This was the only dream I remembered really well and at first I did not want to write about because it is so bazaar. I dreamt that I was standing in my kitchen and all of a sudden these small aliens drove in on little race cars and drove straight into my island in the kitchen. The island turned into some sort of portal type thing with lots of lights all around, and then I woke up. I finally decided to use this poem because it was so weird that I thought that it would make for an interesting poem.
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