inspiration… teaching :D
POWERFUL!!!!
I LOVE teaching. I teach once a week at a high school doing a creative writing class. Tomorrow we’re doing their first ever workshop. I asked them all to bring a poem and we’re going to critique them. I’m so excited for them… high school is where I fell in love with writing and I hope they have the same experience. The best part is that this class is an elective so they all chose to be there and WANT to be there. Great students 🙂
I’m off to my own poetry workshop this evening. I’m bringing the poem I posted last night called “I AM” so we’ll see how it grows and changes. Sometimes I completley ignore my workshop’s ideas and sometimes I change everything. I’ll just have to see what kind of feedback I get.
Now a little girl power. Staceyann Chin throws DOWN. I love her. I found this…
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STORM :)ELEMENTARY POETRY(:
SHE WAS SMOOTH
AND SNEAKY ALL THE SAME
I WAS IN A STORM
THUS CAME HER STORMY NAME
SHE’S LOVABLE
AND GREY
AND SOME OTHER COLORS TOO
I FELL IN LOVE WITH MY CAT
SHE’S MY STORMY BOO-BOO
I OFTEN WRITE LENGTHY POEMS AND EPIGRAMS THAT MAKE ME THINK TO DEEP
SO TODAY I AM TAKEING IT EASY. A WRITER HAS TO NURTURE THEIR MIND SOMETIMES
GOING IN TO DEEP TO OFTEN CAN BE VERY DRAINING FOR THE WRITER AND THE READER
SO TODAY IM KEEPING IT SIMPLE……K.I.S.S
THIS GUYS VOICE AND POETRY IS HEAVENLY. I LOVE IT, IT STIMULATES MY POETIC SENSES.
we talked for hours
after the football game
starting where we left off
thirty years ago
we sat in the very same
booth, where in the day
i wrote short stories
while putting down pints
sometimes we’d sit
at the bar and chain-smoke
sipping on coffee
in between classes
you haven’t changed a bit
she said, laughing;
a reminder how she loved
to tell white lies
once in the corner
on a cold rainy night
i wept like a baby
ruining my story
after hearing the news
you searched me out
held me in your arms
until the bar closed
you know, she said,
you’ll meet her again
and her beauty
will take you away
melancholy struck me
as she covered my wrist
with her hands,
closing her eyes
august two thousand twelve
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COPYRIGHT :)
Copyright © 2011 Latoya Harris
All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without prior written consent from the author, except brief quotes used in reviews.
ISBN: 978-0-9834455-2-4
First Printing September 2011
Printed in the United States of America
Cover Design by: Junnita Jackson
This is a work of Poetry. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real persons. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Contact Latoya Harris:
Email: latoyaharris98@yahoo.com
LOVE THESE DRAWLINGS,,,AND THE POEMS, YOU ARE THE BEST,,,,MY FAVORITE IS LET GO OF ME NOW.
SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS…
DARROW, SOMETIMES WORDS ARE A LITTLE HOLLOW DURING TIMES SUCH AS THESE SO I WILL JUST SAY YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN MY PRAYERS.
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