2nd Poetry Club #35

Here we are today in Avonlea High media classroom
because Marilla didn’t let us film in Green Gables because she’s doing this spring cleaning
thing. We aren’t allowed to be there. Yeah. I feel like I should have made a cake or brought
some tea or something. I feel like this should be a sophisticated
occasion. I think it’s better you didn’t. Are you talking about the cake video? Please. I’ll have you know that I have developed into a domestic goddess since and you can’t hold that video against me. Well, you know what they say: Once you put
something online, it will haunt you forever. I learn from my mistakes. The second poetry club is happening. And this time Jane Andrews has been able to
join us. How are you feeling Jane? I’m feeling just fine, in fact. Relishing the feeling of being able to breath
through my nose. Fantastic. This time Ruby Gillis couldn’t join us because
she is in her mother’s… 40th …birthday party, yeah, and there’s going to be a whole hullabaloo with a lot of family
members and stuff. I know what you are going through, Ruby. Good luck. Here’s to hoping we can all make it to the
next one, ok. I… We don’t have cups. Hazaa! *fanfares* We will let these, well, not sticks, paper things, decide Paper slices. I’m the longest. I’m going to start again. Fine. Here we go. Erm. This one doesn’t really have a name yet anyway. And this is one of the first poems I’ve ever
done that doesn’t have any rhymes in it. So… here we go. They dance and twirl like petals in the wind. Her straight hair and his long stem. Like flowers, like royalty, like heaven once
blessed them with youth and wit and beauty. And the rest of us are the earth and the rain
and the sun existing just to make you possible. You the combination of our good qualities but I am the sun and you will wilt before I even get tired. Oh wow, that was so pretty. I loved it. Thank you. Very romantic, very you, I think. Yeah, very Anne. Ok, who is next? Jane. Me, I’m next. Right, I don’t write a lot of poetry. Excuses! Excuses! Right. “It’s raining outside
I can hear the drops hit my window they do what they need to do
to get to their destinations whatever they may be, lakes, rivers, oceans From their birth in the clouds
nothing stands in between raindrops and their final destiny
of becoming one with a greater body of water” I liked it, it was very, like clean an practical. Like water. Or like Jane. Yeah, and I like how it’s a simple thing. Rain, but you can… if you put your imagination
into it you can make even the simplest thing like rain into something that is fascinating
and wonderful. Thank you. It was really cool. And now… That’s my que. No don’t. You were great last time. Yeah, we like your poetry. You are poison ivy in my garden of Eden. An icy gust of wind even on the sunniest day
of spring. Oh, what lovely poison, such a darling thing
has I was kind enough to give you shelter but all winters must pass. All good people don’t play nice, the warmest
hand will turn to ice. You are poison ivy in my garden of Eden and
now I see it – my garden is in need of some weeding. Savage. That gave me chills. I was like: ok, I’ll just leave then. It was like beautiful but it had a spooky
vibe to it. Yeah. I’ll give you one hint of who it was about. What day was it earlier? Pye day. Got that? I don’t wanna die. Onto the submissions. We got so many cool ones, again. How are you guys so good? I know which one I wanted to read straight
away when I saw it. And it’s like wonderful mixture of feminist
social commentary and mixed medias inspired by a Picasso painting. It’s written by E. Dunsen
That is so cool. I’m going to use my superior tech skills to
edit a picture here while you read. On top of me, thanks. “Girl Before Mirror” “How well Picasso’s style lends itself to
the subject: the girl, blooming in the bright colors and
bold curves of womanhood, naked before the mirror clutched in her tender
hands. With cheeks flushed and lips drawn in a tight
line, she examines her reflection: distorted and
dark, two uneven breasts, the exaggerated slope
of hip, splintered, half-moon face shadowed with sorrow. Could Picasso have understood
the pain of a girl and a mirror? Did he reject the unnatural ideal of beauty,
that pinched waist, the backbone biting through skin? Were his abstract shapes an attempt
to make the pieces of her shattered esteem visible
like stained glass on her body? Or might that mirror, her trusted enemy,
just as easily have been a guitar?” I’ll admit it, I don’t really get Picasso
but I feel like I understand this painting so much better now. Yeah, I think I might end up lending some
of those sentences in an essay or something. Well, you can’t do that now since you have
said it on the internet. Dammit. Anyway, such beautiful language and thank
you so much for submitting that. I really enjoyed it. It was beautiful. Can I go next? By all means. What are you going to read today? I’m going to read a poem called “Cells” from Iris. And I just…because it has ivy just like my poem
and because of biology, science. I want to read more poems about that. “The grand push of order
The constant struggle That though the world runs
in a mass of ivy covered buildings crawling to chaos,
Cells exist in this place
creating order inside organizing what little they can
while they can For we cannot live forever. Dust and Ivy consume us all,
But while we breathe the smallest order is brought into
this world In the form of you and me. May you be blessed
That the energetics of the universe use you
As a pushbroom.” Wow. So romantic. I never even imagined something like biology
could be that magical. It’s just mind blowing. “Energetics of the universe use you as a
pushbroom.” Like somehow that sounds really beautiful
even though it doesn’t really sound that encouraging in itself. Yeah, it was wonderful. Actually, I just realised the stars have aligned
because my poem is also kind of about science but in a really romantic way. I mean it’s almost like we have a theme. I’m going to read it right now. This one’s written by Hailey Spencer and it’s
called “Theories about the Universe”. “Gravity
the force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth,
or toward any other physical body having mass Having a dream about someone you barely know. Being taken by surprise. People who lean
in to listen. The first time you notice the color of her
eyes. When a song suddenly applies to
your life in a way you’d never have expected. The giddy feeling of having a secret. The person you see on the bus every day but never speak to. Inertia
a property of matter by which it continues in its existing state,
unless that state is changed by an external force Kissing in the hail. Strong arms holding you even when you feel
like you’re too much or not enough. The jittery feeling in your stomach before
a first date. Eye-contact with a beautiful
stranger. Seeing a familiar person in an unfamiliar
place. A good-night text. Unexpected
memories hidden in desk drawers. Entropy
lack of order or predictability; gradual decline into disorder Checking your phone every five minutes for a text that never comes. Memories of a life that
doesn’t quite feel like your own. The moment when you look in a mirror and can’t
recognize your own face. The words, “I love you, but not like that.” Researching the
definition of the word “goodbye.” Writing a poem about it. Unwriting a poem about it. Having a dream about someone you don’t know
anymore. Probability
the extent to which an event is likely to occur Falling out of love in spring.” Oh. It was sad. Who writes these? These are great. It’s sad but it’s also so… It’s like, I mean, it has these stiff elements
of science that are turned into something that describes them but is beautiful and romantic
and wonderful and it sort of… It almost… it has a story to it, doesn’t it. Yeah. And it’s just… that’s maybe my favourite
submission so far. I honestly adore it, thank you, Hailey for
submitting that, that was great. Another great poetry club comes to an end
with an accidental theme and everything. I swear the best part of the whole thing is
reading your submissions and they were great! Like always the email is down below in the
box thingy. Send us more because we want to read them. We want more. Thank you so much, guys! See you next time. Next time. I hope next time we will all be able to be
here. Group hug! Bye!

6 thoughts on “2nd Poetry Club #35

  1. The 'Theories' poem made me cry ;-; it was so emotional, I couldn't help it.

  2. I love all of those, wow! Is there a word document or something with all the poems? I'd love to have a copy so I could read them.

  3. I realise this is over a year old, but if you're looking for more 'science and emotions' poetry I recommend 'Biology' by Rhiannon McGavin; she's one of my favourite poets, and 'Biology' in particular is close to my heart.

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