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Poet-Tee Project

The Wild Kingdom of Words

By:  Marjorie  F. Vargas

 

Line One

Choose a general feeling, emotion or concept related to your theme. (See emotion lists here ).

 

Line Two

Find an animal/object that personifies the word

“Is a”

 

Line Three

Select a phrase that describes how this animal/object moves/behaves

 

Line Four

In what environment does this animal/object move?

 

Line Five

Complete the exercise with a phrase that answers either of these questions:

            What effect does the animal/object have on others?

            What makes the animal/object move/behave the way it does?

 

Here are two examples to help you get started—

 

Anger                                                                          Serenity

Is a snorting rhinoceros                                           is a manta ray

Raging at a helpless target                                       gliding atop the ocean floor

That stands quivering in the underbrush              rippling and tickling the sand

Frozen in terror                                                         wind echoing softly, muffled up above

                                                                                                            Sheila Portuondo, 2012

Haiku is a verse form invented by the Japanese.  It’s deceivingly simple (3 lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables). 

 

The magic of a good haiku lies in the power of suggestion.  A haiku must

   ~ reference nature,

   ~ be written in present tense,

   ~ draw a comparison to our lives,

   ~ and offer closure at its end.

 

                      solitary gem

            poised soft on a lonely leaf

                  precious gift of rain

 

                                          Kevin Portuondo 07

Comparison Poem

 

  1. Read the poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth

 

          Swift Things Are Beautiful

 

Swift things are beautiful:

Swallows and deer,

And lightening that falls

Bright-veined and clear,

Rivers and meteors,

Wind in the wheat,

The strong-withered horse,

The runner’s sure feet.

 

And slow things are beautiful:

The closing of day,

The pause of the wave

That curves downward to spray,

The embers that crumble,

The opening flower,

And the ox that moves on

In the quiet of power.

 

2.   Think of two contrasting natural elements     that share a common trait, such as the land and the sea, the sun and the moon, mountains and rivers, etc. Write a stanza for each modeled after the poem.

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Mighty things are beautiful:

Gorillas and lions, white-bellied whales

And thunder that blasts

Hearty and hale

Forests and oceans

A mountain top peak

The linebacker’s shoulders

The pelican’s beak

 

And meek things are beautiful:

Lilies with drops of the drizzling rain

And breezes that drift

‘Cross the fields of the plain

A butterfly’s wings

The ballerina’s feet

And the orange setting sun

O’er the river so sweet

                                                                                                Sheila Portuondo, 2010

Ask Nature

 

First, choose a topic from the list below or make one up that fits with your theme.  Then  

ask questions and answer them from nature’s point of view.

 

 

            I asked the . . .

            moon                           mountain                     fire

            stone                           air                                well

            stars                            desert                          breeze

            sun                              ocean                           day

            sky                              rainbow                       clouds

            trees                            shadow                        island

            wind                            earth                            tides

            forest                           rain                              valley

            night                            rocks                           coal

            granite                         flowers                        diamonds

            galaxy                          shore                           river

 

I asked the desert to welcome me

It lifted a red, tufted mesa straight into the cobalt sky

I asked the desert to be my friend,

It ran with hot dry winds across the pinions for days.

I asked the desert for its secret.

It opened its heart of hearts to stillness.

 

I asked the raindrops to cool me.                            I asked the tide to comfort me.

They pittered; they pattered                                     She rocked me to sleep

They showered on me.                                                    with a rhythmic lullaby.

 

I asked the raindrops to help me.                           I asked the tide to play with me.

They filled up my well                                              She tagged my tiptoes “it” before

Thundering through the dark clouds.                            she slipped away.

 

I asked the raindrops to leave me.                           I asked the tide to cleanse me.

They went up to heaven                                            Her salty tears floated my

And left a glorious blue sky.                                             worries away.

 

                                                                                      I asked the tide to protect me.                                   

                                                                                       She waxed and waned to                 

                                                                                          shield me from harm.

 

                                                                                    I asked the tide . . .

 

                                                                                    I asked the tide . . .

                                                                                                            Sheila Portuondo, 2010

                                                                   E-Yeh-Shure

                                                       From I Am a Pueblo Indian Girl

                                      (New York:  William Morrow & Company, 1939)

 

Every age in history and every corresponding culture has shaped its own definition of BEAUTY.  The full-figured women in a Rubens painting from the 1600s have been replaced by the reed-thin models of the twentieth century.  Avocado and gold were once the rage for interior design.  Now mauve and teal are in vogue. 

 

What do you find beautiful?  Describe your images of beauty as you pattern this poem:  (Note: Don’t be afraid to alter the pattern to fit your own poetic style.)

 

Beauty is seen

In ____________________________________________________________________ ,

The __________________________________ , the ____________________________ .

Or ___________________________________________________________________ .

 

Beauty is heard

______________________________________________________________________ ,

____________________________________ , _________________________________ ,

Or ___________________________________________________________________ .

 

Beauty is in yourself,

__________________________________________ , ____________________________ .

That ___________________________________________________________________

In _____________________________________________________________________ ,

In _____________________________________________________________________ ,

And even in _____________________________________________________________ .

 

Example:

            Beauty is seen

            In a grandparent’s smile

            The clarity of a snow-melted stream the eyes of a trusted friend.

            Or the fog settling over a city at sleep.

 

            Beauty is heard

            In laughter shared,

            A cardinal’s morning song, the wind sighing through the redwoods,

            Or the hush of the surf on a moon-drenched beach.

 

            Beauty is in yourself,

            Your words, your thoughts

            That go unspoken.

            In your work,

            In your dreams,

            And even in your tears.

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