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Drunk on Shadows
On Tuesday, I participated in a day of Creative Writing in English class. The activity for the day had to do with candles.
At first, Mrs. Sewell set the candles in front of us, unlit, and told us to brainstorm words and phrases to describe the candle for like three minutes. After we brainstormed, she had us share what we came up with with the people in our five-person groups. And then we shared with the entire class.
Next, Mrs. Sewell lit the candles, and we brainstormed some more, followed by the sharing method.
Finally, she turned the lights off and shut the blinds, creating an amazing shadow effect with the candles. Brainstorming and sharing followed.
And then we wrote. Mrs. Sewell had all of the students, including myself, take all of the ideas and thoughts and phrases and words we had come up with and make a poem out of them. For fifteen minutes, I wrote. And out of my pen dripped a poem, one of true meaning that some complete strangers helped me write. It was so fun and interesting. Here it is:
Drunk on Shadows
By Samantha Polchies (obviously)
The candle is resting,
calm, surrounded with sorrow.
It is mute, and mellow,
and tells a life story,
one lost too deep in the soul to find.
As the pages turn,
the flame flickers,
a shadowy nightmare,
and eruption of silence,
I'm drunk, Drunk on Shadows.
The wick grows weak,
reliving a life of pain,
a short story in the book of hatred.
The wax drips, a peacful exhileration,
burning out, falling into deformation, intoxication.
Crying, boiling tears of ove,
reflecting the imaginary energy,
an explosion of emotions,
a burst of spreading anger,
I'm drunk, Drunk on Shadows.
The flame dances,
with a fiery passion, it dances,
it runs from fear, from a loved one,
the hurt melts with the wax, telling a story,
living it's final hours,
I'm drunk on shadows.
At first, Mrs. Sewell set the candles in front of us, unlit, and told us to brainstorm words and phrases to describe the candle for like three minutes. After we brainstormed, she had us share what we came up with with the people in our five-person groups. And then we shared with the entire class.
Next, Mrs. Sewell lit the candles, and we brainstormed some more, followed by the sharing method.
Finally, she turned the lights off and shut the blinds, creating an amazing shadow effect with the candles. Brainstorming and sharing followed.
And then we wrote. Mrs. Sewell had all of the students, including myself, take all of the ideas and thoughts and phrases and words we had come up with and make a poem out of them. For fifteen minutes, I wrote. And out of my pen dripped a poem, one of true meaning that some complete strangers helped me write. It was so fun and interesting. Here it is:
Drunk on Shadows
By Samantha Polchies (obviously)
The candle is resting,
calm, surrounded with sorrow.
It is mute, and mellow,
and tells a life story,
one lost too deep in the soul to find.
As the pages turn,
the flame flickers,
a shadowy nightmare,
and eruption of silence,
I'm drunk, Drunk on Shadows.
The wick grows weak,
reliving a life of pain,
a short story in the book of hatred.
The wax drips, a peacful exhileration,
burning out, falling into deformation, intoxication.
Crying, boiling tears of ove,
reflecting the imaginary energy,
an explosion of emotions,
a burst of spreading anger,
I'm drunk, Drunk on Shadows.
The flame dances,
with a fiery passion, it dances,
it runs from fear, from a loved one,
the hurt melts with the wax, telling a story,
living it's final hours,
I'm drunk on shadows.
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