Community Poetry Project, oh my!

For my project I wanted to basically write all over town, but not in an I-might-get-arrested kind of way so I figured side-walk chalk was the best bet. So on my journey to complete this project, I went and bought a forty pack of coloured-side walk chalk and I drove around town trying to find a place that I thought would have a lot of people to see it, but where I wouldn't be approached and told to stop, or asked what I was doing, blah, blah, blah. The place I ended up at was Kidston, an elementary school right here in Vernon, because what kind of child doesn't need a little Poe in their life? Am I right? Of course I am. There's a bunch of the cement divider things, and that's right where the kids get off the buses in the morning so I though they might see it there. I went for a Sunday so there would be less time for the rain to come in and ruin my poetry quotes.
Here are some exclusive images of my poetry-ing adventures!!

My boyfriend helped out by drawing little pictures to make it look a little more interesting. I also wouldn't recommend buying $1 chalk because it snapped every time I tried to use it. But all in all I think it was pretty successful, as there were a bunch of people that saw my chalk as they ran by, drove by, walked by, and looked across the street from their house at all the pretty poems I'd written out for their enjoyment! And I'm sure more people saw after we'd left as well, Maybe not that many though because it was starting to get a little stormy and so the chalk may have been washed away. As my little couplet in the last photo suggests!

Wow, it's over

I can't believe my last semester at the college is coming to an end. And though I don't think I'll miss the homework or the hair-falling-out-stress, I will miss fun classes like this one!

But I'm extremely excited to move on in my life, and do grown-up things like move out of my parents house and start paying rent, and bills and all that new hair-falling-out-stress. I can't express enough how done I am with having homework, I don't think anyone could dis-agree with me.

Now with my newly available time, I can do things like crochet even more! (maybe an etsy shop in the future??? I'd like to think so) and work on my writing and maybe all sorts of other artsy type things that I love.

But anyways, this seems to be more of a fare-well post instead of a poetry related post, so I guess I should try and work something poetry ish in here somewhere. Here it goes:

Note books, pencils
pens, sticky notes,
folder, papers
text books, flash-cards,
tests, and projects
take them all
throw them over a cliff
breathe
you are free

what is poetry tho?

According to the internet this is what came up first when I googled it. There you have it.
In Lindsey's post she talked about how April is poetry month, so I looked it up, and indeed it is.

I found this website that talks a little more about it if anyone is interested:http://www.poets.org/national-poetry-month/home

Just a reminder that we're almost done the semester!

Look What I Did This Weekend!!

The Purple Poetry Box!!

My boyfriend and I drove around town this weekend until we found this little poetry box!! I think it's a fine achievement and we wrote some lyrics to a song, and I bet you can't guess which of us wrote which line in the notebook! Ta Da!!

Since I didn't share in-class

We did a writing exercise the other day and it was called "throw-away poem" and Kevin commented that my list was very long, and just to clarify I did a bit of spring cleaning the other day, so I don't have all these things anymore.
My list is titled "Guilt Hoarder" because all the things I list are things that were given to me that I don't want anymore, but I feel bad throwing away things that people gave me thinking I'd really like. I think I've always had this problem, also I'm seriously sentimental, and I like the little memories that come along with some of these items. Here it goes:

That scarf I got for Christmas two years ago, I never wear scarves anyway.
A movie ticket for almost every movie I've been to since moving to Vernon.
Old nail polish bottles, almost completely full, but unfortunate colours.
Worn, old shoes, with a mustard stain from camping. Or was it ketchup.
A winter jacket that no longer fits.
A shoe box filled with junk.
A karaoke machine.
The receipt for my drivers test.
A script for a play I was in, in the 7th grade.
My student ID cards from Junior High and High-school.
A kite I made in 8th grade.
Costume jewellery I haven't worn for years.
Token from Chuck E. Cheese.
Writing on my white-board that's been there for two or three years.
The box my polaroid-camera came in.

Just a little more...

With the year coming to an end I find that I can't think of anything except that it's almost over, and so is my two-year Writing and Publishing program. With that in mind, the only poems I want to write have to do with summer.
I wrote this one while it was sunny out and all I wanted to do was jump in the lake!

It's called "A Gradient of Deliciousness"
I see
green,
blue,
aqua,
turquoise,
any shade that you can imagine,
no wonder they call it
"lake of many colours"


My inspiration for this little poem was half the slurpee I was drinking and half Kalamalka lake, because both had the same shades and both were summer related and both are cool. I think it needs a lot of work to be not so obvious about what I'm talking about, and it's too short, etc, etc. But I still kinda like it.

Spring Fever

Lately it's been sunny out and all I can think of is summer, and no school and going to the beach and being free. Just for a little while anyway. I really want warm sunny, blue-sky weather and it's so stuck in my head that I'm going to write a poem about it.
It's called "Everything Blue"

Sky,
lake-water,
camera-case,
his eyes,
my phone
and me.
When my fingertips
touch the
water
touch the
sky
I feel the
blue leech
away.



It's shorter and more to the point than I'd like, but then again it is just a draft. Let me know what anyone thinks!