This week the young vikings explored cinematic poetry. We discussed what are the components of a movie: dialogue, setting, sound, actors, etc…We read “Please Refrain from Talking During the Movie” by Robert Polito and Eileen Myles’ “Movie.” I am so proud of these students and the poems they produced this week.
“Star Shaped Curtains and Pictures On the Walls”
By Sofia Z.
Star shaped curtains and pictures on the walls
A huge Nightmare on Elm Street poster
Music floating around the room and its thin walls
And crawls under I walk alone
Star shaped sun beaming through
Sound of cries from a child and its controlling mother
Waiting for a bus like waiting or the day to end
Four and clocked in
Medium bowl, large bowl, extra toppings, and fried
An hour is money but money is time
The smell of oil stuck to my hair like an accessory
Letting the day go as I enter home
Bubbly and clean with a cloud of exhaust
Star shaped moonlight and big blankets cover me
“Outside All Green”
By Fabian H.
Outside all green
Smells like a beautiful green forest
Mountains shaped like the one
In Southern Asia
Or the one by Northern
Jammu and Kashmir.
Birds chirping loudly
With the gravel crunching.
Mexico feels alive.
Each step is a step of freedom.
Onto an ATV we cruise
Moving through bumps
Splashing through puddles
The wind blows off the stress
The music
The parties
The people
My people move and dance
Lasting all night without care.
“Flying Around with Cupid’s Work”
By Jonathan F.
Flying around,
I look down
Seeing the city
Listening to
Madonna on Spotify
Then in a blink of an eye
I felt like something hit me
There I am
Falling to the ground at full speed
BAM
There I lie on the floor
At this point, I’m pissed
I want to know what hit me.
I stand up
Someone says “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am okay.”
I look up and wow….
Ella tiene ojitos lindas.
There my mouth…dropped
Now there was a hint
Maybe I was hit by Cupid’s arrow.
“Girls Can’t Play Baseball”
By Heather S.
Clear sky
Sun beaming
I was sweating
“Girls can’t play baseball” oh that kid again
Let me show you, we can.
I take on the mound.
Yes. I am a pitcher.
Taking a deep breath.
One strike.
Two strikes.
Three.
You’re out!
“We can hit off of her easily.”
I’d like to see you try.
I won’t lie, hearing those words,
They stung.
But in the background,
My teammates,
Parents, and friends,
Were cheering for me, but I can’t help to think
A life where certain sports “aren’t meant for women.”
What is this life?
“Girls can play baseball.”
What I have heard my whole life–
Let me prove you wrong.
