This week we did explorations with Ekphratic poetry: poems written based on, inspired by images. Google tells me one of the most famous examples is Keats’ “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” I love that poem, but I’m not sure what it all means no matter how many times I read it. And that’s okay. I tell my students it’s okay to love something yet not fully understand it.
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Here’s my shot, inspired by a picture a fellow student shared with the class.
Change Can Be:
Frightening, like the ledge of a precipice. A desperate clinging to something solid for fear of the unknown,
fear of the bewilderment that often comes with change. Or it can be alien-like a sickly yellow-green
Change can be gradual. A slow creaking of roots gaining nutrients
And slow, invisible building-blocks-race
towards a snail’s pace of
Change can be violent after years of and years of slow, slow build-up.
Perhaps the reason change is so scary…