I am the photo/video instructor at DreamYard. My participants created video poems. We started with three sensory questions:
1- If you were a flavor, what would you taste like?
2- If you were a scent, what would you smell like?
3- If you were a texture, what would you feel like?
They answered the questions using poetic language and created videos around their responses. The structure for what their video poems was as follows:
1- They needed separate audio clips of them reading their sensory answers.
Op-Ed Article:
The author of a poem should be credited for their pieces of work. It is very important that they do. If not, they cannot get receive recognition of their work and all their hard work could go for nothing. The authors of these poems worked hard and thought hard on what to do on these poems and if not accredited for their work, it would be like nothing. Authors deserve the recognition for their pieces of work like an artist deserves to be discovered for his/her greatest artwork.
You should know, bullying hurts.
It starts with one word, one word you blurt.
Fat, ugly, worthless. These are the words they hear.
Did you know, your their biggest fear?
Never seems to be accepted
She smokes and drinks
Thinking all her worries will go away
They never do
She feels as if ‘loser’ has been tattooed all over her
She knows they all talk about her
She feels there eyes piercing vicious holes through her body
A scar she never can get rid of
I hate you, I hate everyone
There is no one I can trust
Are you proud of what you've done?
You've turned my soul into dust
Beautiful
Like a glimmering lake in the sun
it shines so very brightly.
On the outside.
On the inside,
it feels smooth,
silky.
But it doesn't shine as brightly,
it may be bright,
on the outside,
but on the inside,
it
seems
faded.
Every interpretation is not equally valid, but an interpretation can make sense. Furthermore, I think my interpretation of the poem “The Sunlight on the Garden” by Louis MacNeice makes sense. I think what MacNeice is doing is explaining life and how it goes on pointing to death.
In the first stanza on line one, “Sunlight on the Garden” means giving life. Then in the third line, “…Cage the minutes” means that time is limitless or basically life is. In the first few lines I feel a sense of hopelessness and despair.
