Seniors: Creative Writing "The Names" --due Tuesday
Every student should supply at least one line from his or her own note card for the editors to "possibly" use as they construct our classroom poem based on Collins's "The Names."
Do this before class on Tuesday.
posted by JTF @ 12:25 PM
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Names no longer in the sky, but sunken beneath the ground
As I pour myself a cup of coffee, I see named swirling in with the cream and sugar.
I see names scrawled in the fog that covers the mirror as I step out of the shower.
Every drop of dew on the blades of grass is engraved with a name
I hear the names in the songs of the soaring birds
Names are etched in lead in an old wooden school desk
The brook babbles as the names spill downstream.
The brook babbles as the names spill downstream.
Many names move with the ripples of the flag.
I see names as the petals of a flower drift away freely in the wind.
-I find names hiding in between the stripes of Mr. Z's bowties
-In my dreams, names float and flitter around me in an infinite white space
-I find names hiding in between the stripes of Mr. Z's bowties
-In my dreams, names float and flitter around me in an infinite white space
Names float along the light, soft breeze
Names forever etched into cold dark grey stone
The names drape over the flag in the stripes and the stars
Names in the silence of a busy subway
Names stitched in the uniforms of those that pass me in the halls
Names buried deep, like tulips beneath snow
The morning rays illuminate the names
O's left behind from the rings of cups without coasters
The wind whisks the names from my lungs into the cold night air carrying them for others to see, so they will never be forgotten.
As city dwellers crowd the early morning streets, names are pinned beneath a thousand steps.
Ink smeared across a hand spells names in the lines of a palm.
Names glistening in the stars of a waving flag
I see the names in the smoke of the starters pistol
Names in the cracks of a child's scar who fell off a swing on the playground.
The names are mixed in with the cluster of letters of a URL for a website.
Names reverberating in the vacant, silent buzz of an unattended microphone.
The names trickle from the shower head while i am deep in thought.
I see the names rippling in the puddles as i walk down the street...
Names glimmering as bright as the sparkles in my nail polish.
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