We did an activity called “Word Play” today in my Advanced Placement Literature class. Choosing 8 out of 40 listed words, the students then composed a poem using one of their chosen words in one line of poetry. The end result was an 8 line poem with some interesting twists and turns. I chose the words Exit, Wake, Peach, Restore, Lap, Wait, Brush, and Silence. This was my contribution to the activity:
There is no exit for those who are left behind
and wake at morning to empty rooms and faded pages.
Where counter-top peaches darken and their sweetness turn bitter.
How do you restore a thing browned and rotted?
In what lap can innocence find rest,
when waiting takes all your energy
and future hopes aren’t easily brushed away,
and silence is the only answer?