Journal 6

Prompt 1:

Rhymed Couplets:

The diner is where we hang out,

hear what the town talks about.

Not food your mother could bake;

french fries, burgers, and a shake.

Poodle skirts are what the girls wear,

cans of hairspray in their hair.

I crave it as soon as I wake –

french fries, burgers, and a shake.

Hand jiving to jukebox music,

in a cadillac we cruise it.

Wearing all leather on my date,

French fries, burgers, and a shake.

Limerick:

French fires, burgers, and a shake,

having lunch by the lake.

A fish jumped out the water

and got all over my daughter,

now she’s so mad she could shake.

Iambic tetrameter:

The place to be on Friday night,

burgers and fries and seeing guys.

I see him there hanging with friends.

He turns and sees me at the door,

gets up and makes his way towards me –

I hope he asks me to the prom!

Journal 5

Literature bores me, especially great literature.

The pages turn, words often fall

to words I cannot comprehend.

Between my finger and my thumb, the squat pen rest

and you could write a letter.

Now, it is easy to forget what I came for.

I killed for you.

Nights I turn to you

to hold me.

Open eyes, he attends,

blind.

Journal 4

Version 1:

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass,

lifting their necks to pull leaves down.

We slow the truck,

pull over to the side of the road to watch them.

How graceful they look,

how unlike themselves.

We get out and lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

Here I broke the poem at its natural pauses (where the punctuation is included). The pauses show a natural shift in the action and completes a thought before moving on to the next one.

Version 2:

The cows stand under

the trees in the wet grass,

lifting their necks

to pull

leaves down.

We slow the truck,

pull over

to the side of the road

to watch them.

How graceful

they look,

how unlike themselves.

We get out

and lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem

to notice

we are there.

Here I used slight hard enjambment, but all the punctuation is still at the end of the line so thoughts are completed before the next action starts. The frequent breaks in the lines slow down the poem and makes it more choppy when reading it. The enjambment leaves the reader hanging for a moment to wonder about what is going to happen in the next line.

Version 3:

The cows stand under the trees

in the wet grass, lifting their necks

to pull leaves down. We slow

the truck, pull over to the side of the road

to watch them. How graceful

they look, how

unlike themselves. We get out and lean

on the fence. The cows don’t seem

to notice we are there.

Here I used a lot  hard enjambement, putting the punctuation in the middle of the lines. By putting the punctuation in the middle of the lines it waste no time before beginning a new thought. The only time there is punctuation at the end of a line is at the very end of the poem, which completes the thought as a whole.

Journal 3

Version 1:

“Do you pay the electricity bill?”

My mother scolded.

“No.”

She slammed the light switch like a gavel,

The decision was final.

The pitter patter of her footsteps grew quieter

as she walked away.

I cowered under my blanket like lost puppy.

The coat hung on the hanger like a towering woman,

Bare branches tapped my window like skeleton fingers.

The silence was sliced by the wind

Howling like a werewolf.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tight

as death’s grip.

“You’re alone.”

I kept chanting to myself,

(I actually believed myself for a second)

I pulled the covers off my head with confidence.

Then I quickly realized

I was not alone.

Version 2:

“Do you pay the electricity bill?”

My mother scolded.

“No.”

She slammed the light switch like a ball through the hoop,

The decision was final.

The pitter patter of her footsteps grew quieter

as she walked away.

I cowered under my blanket like a wet cat.

The coat hung on the hanger like a pair of dangly earrings,

Bare branches tapped my window like a friendly neighbor.

The silence was sliced by the wind

Howling like a newborn puppy.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tight

as yoga pants.

“You’re alone.”

I kept chanting to myself,

(I actually believed myself for a second)

I pulled the covers off my head with confidence.

Then I quickly realized

I was not alone.

Journal 2

We creeped up Makeup Mountain,

The roar of the engine cut off.

My chattering teeth struck his soft lips.

They say blood taste like iron,

I think it taste like regret

as it resonated in my bones.

Who knew a boys motive?

“He’s planning to go all the way.”

I want to wait,

If only it was easy to be easy.

But we slithered up the mountain like a snake,

Stealthy as the box of candy scented rubbers his stole,

He replied “boolin'” when I asked what we were doing.

He’s been the source of many heartbreaks at school,

But he makes it easy to be easy.

Why would I succumb myself to him?

Knowing he’ll throw me aside like a deflated ball,

Just as my father to my mother;

She was a punching bag to him.

I can’t stop thinking about the last night,

and her blackened eye.

I gave her care, control, comfort

In her spiral towards Nicole Simpson.

I thought of her as I watched the blood spill from his lip,

“Take me home.”

Journal 1

Taste: Granny Smith apples, unripened strawberries, Hershey’s, mint toothpaste, cheddar, blue Doritos, creamy, Coke, margarita salt, pina colada, provolone, caesar dressing, alfredo sauce, chocolate milk, fruit punch

Touch: velcro, mist, jelly, spandex, fuzzy, bumpy, sticky, legos, prickly, gritty, doughy, firm, burlap, suede, waxy

Smell: dirt, vanilla, fire, pine, baby powder, bleach, chlorine, Sharpies, clean laundry, gas, mocha, cinnamon, buffalo sauce, new car, grease

Hearing: meow, jingle, crackle, beep, pitter patter, clank, snap, zip, whip, pur, pant, snore, gasp, buzz, hum

Sight: Tiffany blue, ballet pink, mint green, turquoise, aqua, Barbie pink, rose gold, glitter, pitch black, cheetah print,  coral pink, forrest green, burgundy, navy blue, robin’s egg blue

Action/Motion: jot, blink, scratch, embrace, smooch, finger, dash, slam, trickle, illuminate

Abstractions: trust, jealousy, apathy,

Anything else: hindrance, humidity, Wednesday, sunshine, kittens, a good nights sleep, birthdays

 

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