Time to Reflect

I went into Poetry class looking for a way to make up for the monstrosity of an english class that I took during fall term. I wanted something unique and a new look on literature.

I definitely found it.

Oh gosh my first poem "What Is Poetry?" is all over the place, no real direction just a bunch of words thrown together that I thought hopefully sounded good...

Poetry is like a wave
Beating to its own drum
A flowing free verse in the sun
Emotions rise and fall
Moving with meter and rhyme
Will yours stand the test of time?

With the help of Mrs.Lewis and my classmates my poetry was able to grow into something I am very proud of. I made sure to think out every line of the poem so it had a main direction and so that it all had the same feel. As I look back on the poems of the second half of the term it's hard to say which one is my favorite, but the one that shows the most improvement in my eyes is "I'm Going to the Drugstore" which goes like this...

I go to the drugstore daytime, nighttime, anytime.
Open 24/7.
Feeling low, feeling bad, to some this is a safe haven.
(But to most it just takes the money their sav'in.)

Enter, enter, enter, I take a step inside
I ask, Do you have any of..? The white haired clerk stops me before I say,
I know what you need, come with me please I know the way.
Past the aisles of nuts, boxers, and MnMs with wings
I see it all in the back and my heart starts to ping.

I'll get you everything you need the man said, some with this some with that,
I look at the bottle it says sodium benzoate, dextromethorphan, and oscillococcinum, what the hell is that!
Everything you need my dear is in these blue baby pills
Take some before lunch, then after lunch, and some during lunch and you should be okay,
But if that doesn't work I have some yellow, orange, green, and turquoise pills that you can have, take all that you need.

Advice in hand I leave the man with the hope of feeling better.
But what my man doesn't know is that I know better.
I mix my special cocktail to get the fix I need
I feel bigger then smaller and I look a few shades of green.

Then bottle in hand I saw what my man never told me to see,
I read the overdose warning.

As you can see very different.

In the beginning of the class I think I had a simple idea of poetry. I knew I liked it, I knew it could be funny or dark, and I knew that there was a difference between children's poems and serious adult poems. Now it's not like any of those ideas have changed, but it seems that I've gotten a chance to go deeper into those ideas and create new ones. The most important thing I think I learned was that poetry has no rules. That is just great because every other class at Sem has a lot of rules that cannot be changed or else the world will end. It was so nice to be in a class and not feel pressure all the time and know that it's okay to feel like shit for the day and kind of zone out cause you don't feel well. Wait I'm getting wayyy off track. Back to poetry. Lastly I'd have to say that I don't think that my perspective on poetry has changed but that now I have more perspectives to choose from.

Thanks for a great class Mrs. Lewis!!