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Ayualoha Remash Project: 9 Photo Poetry

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It’s amazing how easily technology  can connect people from thousands of miles away. My teacher, Mrs. Burvall, teamed up with another Theory of Knowledge teacher in Maine to create this visual language project.

My task was to find 9 photos on Google with a common idea in mind and create a poem. A student from Maine would then create a poem from my pictures as well so that in the end, we can compare our perception of the photos based on the language used. I’m looking forward to seeing what they come up with!

EDIT: 4/28/14

9 Photo Poetry Continued:

I’m so impressed with Macee Qi’s interpretation of my 3×3 photo! Here is her poem:

She looks out among the city lights,

Sprinkles of life going about their normal routine,

A kiss there, a new life here, a reunion over there. 

But as she stands behind the glass —

The separation, the barrier that holds her back,

Everything comes into focus.

 

The bright lights seem to fade in the distance

As the lens uncover a city of solitary.

The once radiant lights become glaring,

Slowly enveloped by the shadowy gloom

That stretches up and over, becoming unreachable.

 

But beyond the darkness, 

Deep behind the soulless monsters,

The sinister branches, and eerie paths,

There lies hope.

 

A land of unimaginable love.

Where time stops and wishes are granted,

A place that welcomes everyone and everything,

A place that defies loneliness.

Here is my poem interpretation of the pictures:

Lead By Light

With a sunken heart and wet eyes,

I silently gaze among the city lights,

The happiness I witness everywhere,

Contrast my heavy, looming despair,

Among the streets I decide to stroll,

Wishing I could be consoled.

Together the blurs of color tango,

And the world around me seems to slow,

Twilight swiftly descends on the land,

As my feet lead way to an unknown path,

I gaze up at the vastness of the galaxy,

Silently admiring its delicately faint, twinkling beauty,

I roam deep through the forest, where monsters tend to prowl,

When suddenly, behind me I hear chilling growls,

In that moment, I snap out of my blissful dream,

Instinctively running as fast and as far as my feet can take me,

Despite my speed, the beasts chase, rapidly approaching,

 And through the pumping of my heart, I feel that death by fear I am encroaching,

I swiftly move through tangles of branches and bushes of leaves,

Anything I can to escape these soulless beasts.

But when I break through a barricade of vines,

Silence is, once again, instilled in the night,

I look around to wonder where they have gone,

But instead realize that this was no ordinary place I stumbled upon,

The once faint galaxy now shines like a thousand suns,

Each star being uniquely bright as every other one,

The lake shimmers with petals of moonbeam,

And like a disco ball, on the forest, the liquid silver gleamed,

Caressing my ears, the wind gently whispers a song,

With words I’ve been meaning to hear all along.

Tears begin streaming down my face,

As I truly take in the serenity of this magical place.

Here is my remash of our two poems:

Land of Love

With a sunken heart and wet eyes,

She looks out on the city lights,

The happiness she witnesses everywhere,

A kiss there, a new life here, a reunion over there,

Contrast her heavy, looming despair,

But as she stands behind the glass,

The separation, the barrier that holds her back,

Everything comes into focus.

Among the streets she decides to stroll

Wishing she could be consoled.

The bright lights seem to fade in the distance,

And together, the blurs of color tango,

Slowly enveloped by the shadowy gloom,

Twilight swiftly descends on the land,

As her feet lead way to an unknown path,

She gazes up at the vastness of the galaxy,

That stretches up and over, becoming unreachable,

an elusive, delicately faint, twinkling beauty.

But through the tangles of branches and bushes of leaves,

The barricade of vines,

Beyond the darkness,

Where silence is infused in the night,

Deep behind the soulless monsters,

The sinister branches and eerie paths,

The once faint galaxy now shines like a thousand suns,

Each star being uniquely bright as every other one,

There lies hope.

A lake that shimmers with petals of moonbeam.

On the forest, this liquid silver gleams,

A land of unimaginable love,

Where the wind whispers a gentle song,

Of words that needed to be heard all along.

Where wishes are granted and time stops,

A place that welcomes everyone and everything,

A place that defies loneliness.

 

Annette's 3x3VisualPoem

The student’s photo I chose to interpret was Annette Sherrod’s and can be found in the following link:

9 Photo Poetry:  http://thebooknookofnooks.blogspot.com/2014/04/3×3-visual-poem.html

As soon as I saw her beautiful hand-drawn picture, I knew I wanted to write a poem for it. It was a bit challenging coming up with ideas at first since I didn’t know where to start, but once I got the general idea down, words easily began to flow. Although, it’s been quite a while since I’ve written a poem, and I’m generally not very good at it, so I’m aware it needs lots of work. Haha! Anyways, enjoy!

 

The Breath of Time

How clear it is, that the stones hold the breath of time,

From untouched remnants of the ancients,

Oblivious to adjacent civilizations,

Under the glittering, ebony black sky,

It was an era of selfish rule,

Chiefs and leaders; kings and queens,

Fawned over with slavish piety,

By the ones referred to as ‘tools,’

Nevertheless, they flourished for a while,

Despite the imbalances they faced,

Their ancestors’ paths that they traced,

Prevented a shift from the traditional lifestyle,

How clear it is, that the days went dim,

When the people at last spoke up,

Against the rulers so unjust,

And their blissful ignorance kicked in,

Feigned loyalty, corruption, and lies,

They failed to take the blame,

And right then, the people’s beliefs burst down in flames,

Of which their city was comprised,

Crumbled before their very eyes,

Were the castle walls they once viewed impenetrable.

“True defeat comes from within,” was what they realized

And that this path of destruction, inevitable,

How clear it is, that witness to their crimes,

Was an entity who watched from above,

And with living things, he silently and gradually disposed of,

He, who can only be known as Father Time,

He gathers dirt to collect on the ruins,

With a breath that he blew with the intent,

To sweep away the resonance of the suppressed,

And bury the ravaged past, only caused by humans,

Eternally, the fallen have chosen to rest,

Buried in the soft, forgiving earth,

Underneath their forfeited native turf,

Which they were so abruptly dispossessed,

Their bodies, now merely degraded to bone,

While their souls have already traveled,

To parallel universes where their new lives have unraveled,

And what’s left of them gaze beneath the stars amongst the stone.

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