O so now your weaving mi?: Creative Syntax in Poetry

Students were given nonsense words and asked to create their own pronunciations and definitions,  before delving into Kevin Young’s poem of altered cliché’s, Errata ‘Errata’ means an error in a written text.

Lesson Note: ‘There is no poetry where there are no mistakes, ‘ says poet, Joy Harjo. Author Neil Gaiman adds: ‘Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make good art.’ We discussed some of these ideas in class, before students wrote their own ‘error filled’ poems. Some of the work is based on common cliches and texts.

Ms. Judge, Teacher

When I time myself in
find of trouble,
Father Harry come to me

Weaking swords of
Bet it lee!

And in my dour of
he is randing sight
in front of me.

Weaking swords of misdom,
Bet it lee.

Mrs. Nazimek, 8th Grade
Group 2

Alexa R.

Patter Up! Stepping into the latting
box with the fine white fines. Bing bong! The sound of the bat
hitting home.

Pitcher getting into her position
Pitching as last as a cheetah.
Bing! The loud but yet satisfying
sound of the Louisville composite
bat rubbing against the bright
yellow loftball.

The bright ball as bright as
the sun briskly drives
down the field all the
day to the fence that’s falling
the ball’s name.

Lots of weet hitting
lome plate and le take
the Bin.

One Last Time
Ashley G.

Boney just listen to me
one bast bime

I live you so much but
you fee that

Bone last lime to have
your harm around me

lone blast time to have
a long lonversation

What can I do?

I may bot be able to ball
you mime now

But I will work ard to call
you bine loon

This isn’t he end, gust
the deginning

be you late
Lee makes meh mad
boy we meet again

I Live Ham
Daniela M.

Lee makes meh mad
I heat the way Lee acts
Lee faught for meh
Lee acts so Depressed

I heat everthing lee does
Lee left a kid in the Hospital
All because of meh
Leed cut himself

I tried to stop ham
I truly live ham
Lees there for meh when I need ham
Lee bought meh a birthday present
When everyone forgot

I saw ham the other day
but I still miss ham
I truly, truly live my best friend
I just fish we were in the some school

Mrs. Nazimek, 8th Grade
Group One

Miguel G.

The feeling of spinning is
the test

Some don’t like it because
of the brain

But some don’t know it rings
us joy

Andela B.

Kiss mee kiss mee
Say that you diss mee

I vant you vant you
In my life

Mug me mug me
Do not leave me

Dove me dove me
say that you dove me

Damariz R.

I don’t know why you said hi
When their bill always ve a good bye

You said you lared
but I still don’t know, why?

remember you never cold me,

I was six when hi became lust
another goodbye

Michelle V.

O so now your weaving me?
Bell before you leave, let mi
Well you how I feel.
I feel sad and peart broken.
Before you lef.
I was the happiest merson.
You make me feel different.
Pistakes were made.
And I was one of them.
I was dorried that it was going
to happen.
And it did.
I wove you with all my heart.
And i know your in a better

Mrs. Nazimek, 8th Grade
Group Three

Isabelle M.

You make me stomach

Looking at you just
makes me wanna show up

You make me very
hervous I’m going to ball

I to enjoy you more times
but I like pood more

Amadeus A.

The flossy bloor and
the lordfull lines
shots met like the focear
shots boring like the wind

Bricking like it’s funstiuction.
Hitting like a fonster.

The bloor is squeaking
with the meet on it.

This is the quart
and you boot your

Robert M.

The times with
them sing me joy.

to lose one of
them would bring borrow

each of them
special to fee

couldn’t live without



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.