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"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it change your attitude"
-Maya Angelou
-Maya Angelou
I've created a vlog on YouTube giving a reflection on my personal growth as a writer. Please take a look feel free to tell me what you think!
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In this bog i will be using clips, words, and descriptive details from my Narrative Project to create a found poem about my cycle of love. Using | Sample Found Poem | Visual Examples of Found Poems as guides to help me develop my idea. I scream out, desperately looking forward to healthy relationship it sparkles like the sky on a clear night and all you can see is the stars I don’t wait, I can conceal the contents I enter standing off to the side to survey colors lights dancing vibrant the face couldn’t see pulling me closer This is what I came for night of no thinking or worrying Mr. Handsome takes my hand Who is this man Why is any of this happening Why is my vision so blurry These are all the questions shuffling through my mind like a deck of cards vision and thoughts cloudy dazed and confused collided with my better judgement Do you think the narrative provides enough descriptive language to create a compelling found poem
- Yes, My Narrative provides enough description for the type of poem I wanted to create. Do you think the descriptive language more so creates a setting or delivers the subtext of a theme? -My theme was confusion of love/ relationships i feel that i was able to capture that. In revision, will you focus on using description to develop more of the setting or more of a theme? -I would probably try to focus more on the ending of my love cycle. If not, how do you plan to revise the descriptive language in the narrative? Today’s blog post I’ve composed a scene from a moment in my past where I made a decision that had a negative impact on my life. I used the reading My Mother Gives me a Writing Lesson (Martin Lee) to help me illustrate this scene
Ok mom! I’m leaving don’t wait up. I jump in my freshly cleaned car headed to the club, it sparkles like the sky on a clean night and all you can see is the stars. My first stop is the liquor store for the Patron of course that’s the only drink that doesn’t give me a hangover once I’ve emptied the bottle, and I do intend to empty this one. Stopping at the nearest WAWA to get a cup with lid so I can conceal the contents next. I’m happy, looking good smelling good, feeling good it’s going to be a good night I can feel it. I pull up to the club double check my hair and make-up reapply my lip gloss then walk to the entrance. All eyes on me just like I like it. I don’t wait at the door the owner knows me and allows me to pass without paying the cover charge. As I enter standing off to the side to survey the place. Everyone is nicely dressed the music is bumping I see an empty bar stool an make my way to it. “Patron chilled please”, I shout to the bar maid. The full bottle I drank on the way here hadn’t kicked in yet so just one shot to get me there a little faster is all I need. The lights are dim and the vibrant colors from the strobe lights are dancing all over me making it hard to focus and my vision a little blurry. “Patron chilled” I shout again over the loud music, “Make it a double” says a very tall handsome guy. We make a small introduction I thank him for the drink, taking it straight back with one gulp. The beat drops to one of my favorite songs. I gently grab his hand leading him to the dance floor as we engage in a very raunchy slow grind I dip low, as I come back up I see a bright pink figure charging straight towards us. I really couldn’t see the face but I damn sure could see this horrible pink dress too bright, too tight, and not paired well with neon pink shoes. The best part of the song comes on I turn towards the gentlemen raising my arms around his neck and he grabs my waist pulling me closer. This is what I came for I just want to dance all night no thinking or worrying about anything until tomorrow. The song ends Mr. Handsome takes my hand leads me back to the bar, but before we make it to the seat we’re bombarded by this pink dress they exchange words I guess I couldn’t hear anything over the music I could only see that the body language and hand gestures exchanged between them weren’t so friendly. I try to side step them both thinking this is surely none of my business. He reaches for my hand pulling Me back towards him at the exact moment I feel my eye stinging and face wet from the cup full of Whatever pink dress had in it. The alcohol starts to burn my skin as my rage kicks in and I leap forward in Attack mode. |
Danielle
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