June
The sunset makes the sea look like blood,
part of the sky day
part of it at night
The mountains dark
and forbidding against
all the colors of the sky
makes me wonder, what
lurks there under the cover of darkness?
Mitch, grade 7
Hills
Despite what I have been told,
hills do not just roll,
they sway
and shake
and whisper.
They whisper things
that you can only hear if you listen.
Madi, grade 7
For the gods
big to small
or maybe a series of rivers
Divided by cotton
Meandering back and forth
Ultimately flowing towards something,
an ocean of sky.
Sean, grade 7
November 2009
From above I see the tip
2 points of ice floating on the water
never coming together,
never floating apart.
But when I go under
the cold water I see
it's all connected
and larger than before
for there's something hidden,
if you dare to look.
Andrew, grade 7
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Poems, stories, and responses by kids
Responses to Van Gogh's Artwork
Vincent's Chair with his Pipe
Where is my pipe? Where is my pipe?!
I know I brought it with me!
Didn't I?
I set it on the chair,
But did I ever pick it up?
Yes, I'm sure I did.
I picked it up right before I left.
Didn't I?
My Garden
In my garden,
everything is peaceful.
In my garden,
nothing moves.
In my garden,
the flowers grow up, and the roots grow down.
In my garden,
It is completely, totally silent.
In my garden.
The Perfectionist
I drink a glass of tea
and set it down.
Exactly 7 inches from the pitcher,
no more, no less.
I halfway close the window,
so a gentle breeze blows through,
no greater than the breath of a fly.
I straighten a picture,
more,
more,
too much!
Back a little.
Perfect.
I lay in bed, and pull the covers right below my neck.
I set my alarm clock to 7:32 A.M. sharp!
and gently fall asleep.
-Andrew, grade 7
Hospital at Saint-Remy
Lots of trees
at a hospital.
People walking,
in a hurry.
Where are they going?
Windows everywhere and a door
in the middle of a forest.
Sean, grade 7
The Starry Night, 1889
The wind swirls around itself in confusion,
the grass getting taller and taller, reaching up into the wind's confusion.
The churches spire does not go nearly as high as the grass that obscures almost half of my vision.
The sun is filling the rest of the moon as they meet in the sky.
But yet there us light coming from the side of the sky that seems to have no source
as it forms the exact shape of the hills.
Irises, 1889
They look like a huge jungle, proud and tall
with so many fearsome and gentle beasts.
Insects, tigers, gazelles and many others live in harmony in this great jungle.
They have flowers and plants that are found nowhere else in the world,
and yet no human has ever been there,
How can this be?
Mitch, grade 7
Vincent's Chair with his Pipe
Where is my pipe? Where is my pipe?!
I know I brought it with me!
Didn't I?
I set it on the chair,
But did I ever pick it up?
Yes, I'm sure I did.
I picked it up right before I left.
Didn't I?
My Garden
In my garden,
everything is peaceful.
In my garden,
nothing moves.
In my garden,
the flowers grow up, and the roots grow down.
In my garden,
It is completely, totally silent.
In my garden.
The Perfectionist
I drink a glass of tea
and set it down.
Exactly 7 inches from the pitcher,
no more, no less.
I halfway close the window,
so a gentle breeze blows through,
no greater than the breath of a fly.
I straighten a picture,
more,
more,
too much!
Back a little.
Perfect.
I lay in bed, and pull the covers right below my neck.
I set my alarm clock to 7:32 A.M. sharp!
and gently fall asleep.
-Andrew, grade 7
Hospital at Saint-Remy
Lots of trees
at a hospital.
People walking,
in a hurry.
Where are they going?
Windows everywhere and a door
in the middle of a forest.
Sean, grade 7
The Starry Night, 1889
The wind swirls around itself in confusion,
the grass getting taller and taller, reaching up into the wind's confusion.
The churches spire does not go nearly as high as the grass that obscures almost half of my vision.
The sun is filling the rest of the moon as they meet in the sky.
But yet there us light coming from the side of the sky that seems to have no source
as it forms the exact shape of the hills.
Irises, 1889
They look like a huge jungle, proud and tall
with so many fearsome and gentle beasts.
Insects, tigers, gazelles and many others live in harmony in this great jungle.
They have flowers and plants that are found nowhere else in the world,
and yet no human has ever been there,
How can this be?
Mitch, grade 7
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
From the perspective of William Carlos William's notebook
Willie is wearing me to tatters! I wish he would put down the pen for at least a second. My pages are frayed, and my spine, my elegant, leather spine, is split! I'm being pulled apart. Well, at least I have something beautiful on me permanently. This writing on my paper is strange, no rhythm at all, but oddly enchanting.
So much depends
on the red wheelbarrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens.
Music to my three-hole punched ears!
Today, though, Willie died, an old man of 79.
If I had eyes, there would definitely be tears. Now I am
just a worthless notebook, locked in a drawer, but I will always have those magical words.
-Natalie, grade 6
Response to: Garden of Earthly Delights, a painting by Hieronymus Bosch
As I sit
in the dark, sea-green pool of wonder
I try to relax
But it is difficult, considering
that naked nymphs are running
around my head and men are riding pigs.
I sigh a pitiful sigh.
I cannot think with these distractions.
I trudge to my blue, cloud forest home,
with brass horns jutting out every which way
I pull on my favorite cozy robe.
I'm happy to be clothed.
Those naked people have no idea what they're missing.
-by Natalie, grade 6
You can see the original painting here:
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GardenED.jpg
in the dark, sea-green pool of wonder
I try to relax
But it is difficult, considering
that naked nymphs are running
around my head and men are riding pigs.
I sigh a pitiful sigh.
I cannot think with these distractions.
I trudge to my blue, cloud forest home,
with brass horns jutting out every which way
I pull on my favorite cozy robe.
I'm happy to be clothed.
Those naked people have no idea what they're missing.
-by Natalie, grade 6
You can see the original painting here:
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:GardenED.jpg
Rice Krispie Thunder
BOOM!
CRASH!
Powerful streaks hit the sky
Endless
Cascading
Transpiring
BOOM!
CRASH!
Crooked
Shocking
The invading serpents of light are striking
Just waiting...
Waiting...
BOOM!
A smell of burnt, crispy toast is in the air...
There are SNAPS, CRACKLES, AND POPS!
Rice Krispie Thunder is coming.
-By Natalie, grade 6
CRASH!
Powerful streaks hit the sky
Endless
Cascading
Transpiring
BOOM!
CRASH!
Crooked
Shocking
The invading serpents of light are striking
Just waiting...
Waiting...
BOOM!
A smell of burnt, crispy toast is in the air...
There are SNAPS, CRACKLES, AND POPS!
Rice Krispie Thunder is coming.
-By Natalie, grade 6
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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