So here I am up late again. I will queue this post so people actually read it, but know that I started writing it at 2:17 a.m. I’m so silly.
Anyway,
http://www.magneticpoetry.com/play/index.html
You should go here if you like to play with word magnets like I do. The website sells magnets for fridges and such, but also has an online play area where you can just experiment with their different collections of words and even submit your poem to be posted on their website.
Above is the one I did (when I should have been sleeping). So what are you waiting for? Go, frolic, waste your time writing existential poetry, be merry!
Baked with Magic
I believe that there is some magic which can be attributed to fortune cookies.
Picture by disneymike
Today I competed in Poetry Out Loud at my school. I won for my classroom as did Jacob and his friend (also becoming my friend… sort of, in a weird way) Sydney. Both of them are amazing at reading poetry, of course, just as they are at writing it. I was pretty sure I had both of my poems that I had to recite pretty much down today.
The first was Peach By Jennifer Tonge. It’s a really amazing poem with so much sybolism and insinuation… I love it. However, it does not love me. Just as winter does not love Finny and his crutches in A Separate Peace (a book I finished recently and actually really enjoyed), Peach does not love me. In fact, it completely screwed me over. I forgot it totally and completely even after memorizing it for over an hour straight last night and repeating it a million times today. I could say it. I had it. But when I got in front of the judges’ table made up of teachers and staff I knew well, all the words ran from my mind about midway through. I had to ask for a line about five times. Jacob won. Sydney got second with no effort at all. I got nothing.
I put on a smile. I was happy for them, really, I was. But after 3rd place last year, this year, I got nothing. Nothing. I was devastated.
I came home and laid in bed. I let it all out. Both the rents tried to convince me to go to dinner for great report cards from my siblings and I, but I just wanted to stay home. Then I had a sushi craving. So I went.
At the end of dinner I got a fortune cookie and as is tradition, my family went around the table sharing theirs. Mine said this:
“Your emotional nature is strong and sensitive.”
Coincidence? I think not. It was pure fortune cookie magic. Well played, you little piece of dough, well played.
P. S. The second poem I recited was The Minefield By Diane Thiel. Just in case anyone cares to know.
