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18-Poetry - Still Real

Assignment

Mariam Salhien
Grade 11
Irene McKenna Bruan
Step 2: Assemble the poems and images in a Word document or multimedia
presentation

Whichever form you choose to deliver the

content for your exhibit, be sure to indicate
what would appear on each web page,
including the "menu" or home page.
End of April

In an effort to become more like spring

She put on bright socks – fuchsia pink like the

Azaleas in the gardens she sought

Out often to escape what winter still

Kept lodged in her mind. For who would go to

A garden to worry? Wanting to blend

In more, she began to clothe herself with

Wisteria, honeysuckle, trumpet

Vines so the hummingbirds came to know her

As spring itself. Whatever remained

Depressive Realism

They say that those who have a darker and more

crowded mind,
Have a better perspective of the world than those
with normal minds.
It is the truth.
We see the devils behind the flesh,
The true nature of people behind the mask,
We can sense the lies and lack of faith
From a mile away.

Walking the streets while a whole network of

emotions
Are pulsing through your head makes you see the
world in a different light,
More enhanced senses.
The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,

weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of

forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there

came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my

chamber door.

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my

chamber door—

Only this and nothing more."

End of August

We gather at the place where history

Wounds our future and it's too bad that the

Balance gets thrown off again and we fall

Like peaches out of a bag, tumbling to

Bruised stops on the countertop. Summer is

Really over. All of our desires for how

To best spend it we wrote on paper plates

In June, in parables that made us laugh.

The thistle has bloomed, scattered. Our hearts cracked

Open like thunderstorms that clustered on most

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

Robert Frost