It doesn’t matter how many times I watch this, I always get goosebumps. Words of poetry are just so beautiful when brought to life by being read aloud. It seems to me that they have even more power that way. I may never truly be a poet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate (and sometimes envy) the power that poetry has–it’s something separate, something a bit different than prose and fiction.
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Here’s another random poem I wrote the other day while I was at work. I’m only posting it now of course because I am avoiding writing and researching for a very important paper….
I am the spider.
I haunt the dark corner of the room,
waiting for you,
waiting for you to be caught in my web
what you don’t see:
the beautiful, long silver fibers
I spun in a pattern
to hold us up
as you beat your wings, tearing,
crashing into silken stretches
woven and constructed carefully
by me, the spider
who consumes you,
later when my web is in tatters
and I will be crushed under shoe
or flung into the garden bushes
perhaps you will understand
the importance of a single,
how it is strong enough to bind your body,
your threatening wings
perhaps then you will understand
me, the spider.
Since it is National Poetry Month and all, I thought I’d share one of my poems!
The beauty around us
is in the things that remain
that wait to be picked up,
into the neat corners
of our hospital bed world.
It is in the blue painted shards
of broken glass,
the yellowed, discarded condoms,
the brown, crusty leaves that pile up.
It is in the spilled blood,
the gray and white strewn feathers,
the measures of a life spent in flight.
For what is more beautiful
than things about to be taken away,
but always linger on the edges,
these steadfast reminders
that life will go on?
Jessie is not your average teenage girl. She wears blue lipstick, makes her own clothes, plays volleyball and cello, and writes poetry to her cat. Blue Lipstick chronicles some of Jessie’s struggles and thoughts through not just poetry, but concrete poems: poems that also are heavily influenced by the graphic design of the page. As the book progresses, Jessie works on her “wall.” The barrier she’s put up against herself and all other people (except for some important exceptions: like her best friend, her cat Boo-Boo Kitty, and her little brother Robert for half of the time) including meat eaters and smokers and boy jocks.
Blue Lipstick is funny and original. Most of all, it was fun to read. The concrete poems that were laid out in a completely varied fashion on each page and made me have to move the book around and even read in the mirror! I thought Jessie’s voice was authentic and found many of her thoughts to relevant to life as a teenager. For example, she tells her dad that she would like to be an artist. He responds, “It’s tough being an artist. You’ve got to struggle for years. People often misunderstand your work. You’ve got to be thick-skinned because critics can be cruel. You don’t have any money. And in many ways you’re really alone,” at which point Jessie replies, “It sounds like high school.” However, I did think that much of the success of this book has to do with the original artwork, graphic design, and font choices of the poet/artist. The art is simplistic but still very unique, using only the color blue throughout and often making the words, letters, and phrases of the poetry part of a larger graphic image. I thought that this would be a refreshing read for teenagers because it is so different, but still allows the reader to connect to the poems and to the characters. Some younger readers may struggle with the poem designs. However, I feel that with the very visual nature of today’s learners, this book of poetry would be a success.