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Monday, January 26, 2009

A MAGNETIC POEM

I asked my students to come up with a list of words that bring to mind vivid imagery (this is on a lesson on poetry), and they were supposed to write a poem that uses at least seven of these words and which focuses on evoking an image more than anything else. The task is called a "magnetic poem" because just one needs to write a poem using (mostly) the words given, just like how one would form words from magnetic letters stuck on the fridge. This is my take on 4N's list of words (the one for 4B to come in a bit! sorry 4B--your words are just too difficult :P) -- not my best work, but oh well. :|

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4N's Word Bank: pink, wet, warm, moist, throbbing, hirsute, slippery, tight, dog, penetrate, thrust, spasm, gyration, squirt, relieve, utopia, come, walrus, Kenyan, blueberry, cheesecake (where they got these words I dont even want to know :\ )

A MAGNETIC POEM
This is what utopia must feel like:
my strong, hirsute arms aching
as this piece of wood penetrates through
this slippery wetness in search of release.

The dog at my feet whimpers dumbly
as my body gyrates in innocent spasms
throbbing for relief, but is imprisoned
in this chore to push and mash and knead.

I hold in my hands this warm, moist something,
sniffing it with the air of a Kenyan inhaling,
for the first time, the curious scent
of a beached walrus.

And with a suddent savage thrust
I packed it into the tightest of spaces,
paying no heed to the clanging protests
of the pots and pans on the kitchentop
where I had been standing by.

I lay down my handiwork
into the raging embrace of the fire,
and I step back, spent but proud at
having completed these sacred rituals
even as waves of salty sweat
cascade down my smooth back,
because nothing, not even sex,
can be better than the forgotten art
of baking cheesecake dough.

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