Poetry Friday: Poetry is…

October 30th, 2009

In his new groundbreaking book, Metaphors & Analogies, Rick Wormeli explores how teachers can use metaphors to help students grasp difficult concepts, whether they are learning math, science, or poetry. For this week’s Poetry Friday, read some examples from Rick’s book that came from teacher Bill Ivey who introduced his poetry unit at the Stoneleigh-Burnham School by asking students to incorporate a major component of poetry — metaphors — in order to describe poetry. Here is what his students wrote:

Poetry is a cloud in the sky. We can’t guess a cloud’s shape, color, or the weather that the cloud will make. Sometimes a cloud covers the sky, but sometimes it shows all the sky.

– Ashley Chung

Poetry is a face, which is always changing its expression.

– Jessie Bartolotta

Poetry is a black hole that you fall in and can’t get out of.

– Alyssa Cote

Poetry is the breaking point from reality. It tips the meanings, causing a downpour of ideas waiting for questioning. The poet reveals each thought through the piece of paper which speaks not on its own, but with beautiful assistance.

– Erin Moore

Poetry is a form of emotions. You don’t need to share it on your body, write it out, read it, hear it; it is like a rainbow. First it rains and then out comes the rainbow. First you feel your emotions, then your pen hits the paper like sparks and away you write.

– Alissa Ames

How would you describe poetry with a metaphor? Leave your thoughts in the comments section and preview Rick’s entire book online now!

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  • 1. Jennie  |  October 30th, 2009 at 10:23 am

    Poetry is a whiff of fall on the evening air, that immediately makes you think of leaf piles, hot cider, warm sweaters, and your first kiss at the Homecoming football game.

  • 2. Mary Lee  |  October 31st, 2009 at 5:20 am

    Poetry is trick-or-treating with words. Some poem-treats are perfect for gobbling right away, but other poem-treats are never tasted, and lay in the bag for months, losing their freshness and flavor.

  • 3. Randi  |  October 31st, 2009 at 5:52 pm

    Poetry is the dark space that breathes and lives behind my heart and in front of my soul. My place~

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