Although the Poetry Unit does involve a great deal of shredding dismal poems into little pieces and drinking their lifeblood until their meaning is condensed into a single thematic statement, one of its saving graces is that we, as the students, occasionally get to write our own poetry. Last year, our poem had to include be about a struggle and had to include a metaphor. I already had a really great idea that I was hoping to submit, but it had no struggle and no metaphor. So, I wrote a poem with a struggle and a metaphor about how I was mad that we had to write a poem with a struggle and a metaphor.
This year, we got to write odes. A metaphor was preferred, but not required. The English teacher encouraged us to make a list of subjects and choose one to write an ode about. Here is my list, as it is appears in my notebook:
the bassline in City of Delusion
old bendy pointe shoes that are basically technique shoes
the four easy guitar chords (Eb, Ab, C, G)
Legolas
(in)decisiveness
I wrote my poem with gusto and ended up reading it aloud in class. This was an uncomfortable experience in which I learned, not for the first time, that the things I write sound a lot funnier in my head than they do out loud. Please don't take this seriously.
Ode to the Four Easy Guitar Chords (A Minor, E Minor, G, and C)
My brother taught me four chords
To play on the guitar
As colors for an artist
Four chords to be a star
I practiced, to my credit-
My fingertips turned raw
Four chords, and that would do it-
My plan had not a flaw.
My first chord was A minor
A punk rock rebel’s sound
More easy was E minor
My feet had left the ground
I proudly left the minors
No minor league was I
For I could shred G major
I could play Otherside
I battled with the fretboard
And cried out “Victory,
I am the best musician!”
For I could now play C
Matt Bellamy jams with me
I’m modern Malcolm Young
So put me on MTV
Splendid four chords I strum
It could use some work. I would have included the lines "I have no need for lessons/lessons have need for me", but the only thing that rhymes with lessons is "lessens" and I wasn't ~feeling that vibe~. I repeat: please don't take it seriously.
World peace and love,
Heather <3
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