WEDNESDAY ASSIGNMENT
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The group owner asked that each Wednesday I post something to get us writing or thinking (or both ) so that we could start getting into the habit of writing, perhaps build our portfolios, work on things that we could publish later, who knows? This is this first week so I'm going to keep this one rather light.
You can also upload in PDF or Word Format if you choose.
If you would like it critiqiued, or feedback please state so and please state if you want it in public or private. We writers are a sensitive bunch. (I know I am).
Poetry Assignments
Week One: Write a piece that begins and ends with the words "When I was younger".
Week Two: What was the first song you think you learned? Imagine hearing that song today and write what memories the song would stir up in you.
This can be whatever style you choose, whatever length. There are no rules save the one above for the assignment. You can post here (please)!!
Cherrie/AfriDigiDiva
You can also upload in PDF or Word Format if you choose.
If you would like it critiqiued, or feedback please state so and please state if you want it in public or private. We writers are a sensitive bunch. (I know I am).
Poetry Assignments
Week One: Write a piece that begins and ends with the words "When I was younger".
Week Two: What was the first song you think you learned? Imagine hearing that song today and write what memories the song would stir up in you.
This can be whatever style you choose, whatever length. There are no rules save the one above for the assignment. You can post here (please)!!
Cherrie/AfriDigiDiva
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Permalink Reply by Synolve Craft on -
This is PoetryMoms 1st poetry class and of course it's completely optional. Anyone can post a poem to share or have critiqued (be nice!). If you prefer, you can do the exercises and keep them in your poetry journal.
Having said that I'll be the 1st one to post something. This is a poem I started working on several months ago. I was going to workshop this poem in an MFA program, but why wait! Read it and let me know what you think:
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Mr. President, “A letter to President Barack Obama” (9/2/08)
Richard Hugo, “Letter to Oberg from Poney”
"This is only to assure you, Art that in a nation that is no longer one but only a n amorphous collection of failed dreams where we have been told too often by contractors, corporations and prudes that our lives don’t matter, there is still a place where the soul doesn’t recognize laws like gravity, where boys catch trout and that’s important, where girls come laughing down the dirt road to the forlorn store for candy.”
Mr. President, A letter to President Barack Obama
On the day of your swearing in of the most honorable oath as President of the United States of America, my heart leapt for joy. As you stood with your precious wife Michelle by our side, I know now that time and dream must have called this moment forth.
Forty-five years ago, Dr. Martin Luther King proclaimed a dream that most certainly reached into the future reserving your place as the 1st African American President in the History of the U.S.
These United States of America chose you as their President not due to the mocha color of your skin, but the content of your character highlighted by brilliance, intelligence, and tenacity.
It is this day for which the slaves endured the whips, the lynchings, the blood the sweat, and the tears. It is for this day that Martin proclaimed his dream, and for which the Angels have surely ushered in to existence.
We the people, have chosen you because you, Mr. President, have chosen to serve us in love and in peace. You have chosen a more excellent position to lead this country with honor and dignity and to restore America to its rightful place as a beacon of light for the world.
I, along with millions of Americans and perhaps billions of people around the world applaud your courage and tenacity. History shall be most kind to you, as you have entered this country into a new realm of possibility pushing us to soar higher than we’ve ever soared before. On eagle’s wings we will forever hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.
No moment in history greater personifies this truth.
Your name, President Barack Obama will without doubt and quite significantly be written along with Bill Clinton, Jimmy Carter, John F. Kennedy, and Abraham Lincoln. Your name signifies a change that is welcomed and yet long overdue. The pages of history have waited eagerly to hold on its pages your name.
Today, you have restored the dream that many a dreamer thought they might never see. Like Moses, they had sent Joshua ahead believing that their light would fail them just short of the promised land. Your arrival foretold by the prophet dreamer. Your manifestation heralded by the deceit and transgressions of another.
You believed that we could be one America “We are not red America or blue America, but the United States of America” you said. And you championed the working man and understood his story because it is your own story. You care.
And so I am deeply and profoundly grateful to you and for your service…and for your dream. Thank you for giving this country the courage to dream…again.
Written by Synolve
Worked on 8/29/08-9/2/08
Started Saturday after Democratic National Convention
Asked kids to write paper about Obama.
Kids challenged me to write also!
Wrote this poem as a challenge from my kids!
Performed for family on 9/6/08 as a part of challenge.
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Permalink Reply by EssentialU on -
This is a blog post that I just finished based on a poem that I wrote "about when I was younger" that I converted into a reality based fiction. I can still see the poetic lines in it http://essentialu.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/01/intentional-memory....
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Permalink Reply by Coletha Browning on
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I hope this is the right place to do this. Now I don't mean to be breaking any rules. This doesn't exactly start with "Back when I was younger..."
I got very sick Monday afternoon. I did go to work, but by the time I got off work I had a fever of 101.7. I stayed home with the flu two days before my fever broke. Got to work Thursday morning only to be pulled out of class to be told my brother had been found dead that morning.... I started to write a blog post about my brother and it turned into a poem. It is not the greatest poem, but one I wrote for someone I love. You can critique it...that's fine. I don't plan to try and publish it. It was just something that flowed from the heart when I found out how he was found, and how he may have died. The Loss of Baby Boy
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