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Journal 6

February 13th, 2017

Prompt 1

Original Failed Poem:

That moment when you realize

You’ve been betrayed.

When those around you

Transform

From smiling and innocent

To snarling monsters

Ruthless

The knives they stab in your back

Tear at your skin with such fervor

And all that is left are the shards of your skin

Jagged

Yet strong

There is skin there still

Scarred skin isn’t as delicate

Which proves that the dedication, the work

The effort, the strive, the passion

That you put into your fight were not for nothing

That even though they have dragged you down

Time and time again

Over and over, relentless

you still prevail

With the grace that you had when this fight began

You are strong. You are able. You are kind.

And you forgive.

 

 

Iambic Tetrameter:

That moment when you know

You have been betrayed, yes.

When those around you change

From smiling and pretty

To ruthless snarling snakes.

The knives they stab cut deep

All that’s left is skin shards,

Jagged, yet strong, remains.

Scarred skin isn’t as soft.

Proving the work you did

Was not for nothing, no.

Even though they dragged you

Down time and time again,

Over and over, you

Still prevail with the grace

You had when this fight

Began. You are strong. You

Are able. You are kind.

And you forgive them, yes.

 

 

Rhymed Couplets:

That moment when you

realize you’ve been betrayed too.

 

When those around

transform with a deafening sound.

 

From smiling and innocent

to snarling monsters, dissonant.

 

Ruthless.

The knives they stab, truthless,

 

tear at your skin with such fervor

and all that is left are shards of skin, murdered.

 

Jagged yet strong, there is skin there still

and it will be ‘till.

 

Scarred skin isn’t as delicate

but the dedication, the work wasn’t elegant.

 

Thought they have dragged you down over and over,

you remain strong and kind, they do not takeover.

 

 

Limerick:

That moment when you know,

When those around you send a bad blow.

That ruthless snake

Tries to break

You but they’ve always been your foe.

 

Abigail Nibblett

Journal 5

February 13th, 2017

Joining the Gang
Abigail Nibblett

 This is the world we wanted.
Before me, then gone,
We are
A nothingness which belongs to the sea.
Nobody is ever missing
And nothing changes.

Suddenly nobody knows where you are.
Why do I not forget?
I cannot find you.
Too late.
This is not for tears.
You knew the odds of failure from the start.
Telling yourself it was foolish after all,
But I killed for you.
We strike straight.
Where is the angel for me to wrestle?

 

Louise Gluck, Gary Soto, Simone Muench, John Berryman, Marie Howe, Sharon Olds, Louise Gluck , Sharon Olds, John Berryman, John Berryman, Katha Pollitt, Katha Pollitt, Louise Gluck, Gwendolyn Brooks, Denise Levertov

 

Journal 4

February 6th, 2017

Original: The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their

Necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the

Side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how

Unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The

Cows don’t seem to notice we are there,

 

Version 1:

The cows stand

Under the trees in the wet grass,

Lifting

Their necks to pull leaves down.

We slow

The truck,

Pull over

To the side of the road to watch them.

How graceful they look,

How unlike themselves.

We get out

And lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem

To notice we are there.

 

 

Version 2:

The cows

Stand under the trees

In the wet grass,

Lifting their necks

To pull leaves down.

We slow the truck, pull over

To the side of the road

To watch them.

How graceful they look,

How unlike themselves.

We get out and lean on the fence.

The cows

Don’t seem to notice

We are there.

 

 

Version 3:

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass,

Lifting their necks to pull leaves down.

We slow

The truck, pull over

To the side of the road

To watch them.

How graceful they look, how unlike themselves.

We get out and

Lean on the fence.

The cows don’t seem to notice

We are there.

 

 

I feel that the first version emphasizes action, such as “lifting,” “we slow,” and “pull over.” By giving these actions their own lines in the poem, it draws attention to movement and what is happening in the poem, instead of focusing on what the speaker is observing or the cows themselves. The pace is slow, with lines intended to make the reader think about what is happening. In the second version, the focus is on the details of the cows that are being observed. Each line separates details about the cows which makes them seem more important, such as “stand under the trees,” which makes readers really focus on the cows’ location. This version is more moderately paced and the tone is one of awe in the speaker, as he is admiring the cows’ beauty. The third version really focuses on characteristics of the speaker, as found in lines such as “we get out and,” placing importance on the speaker and his actions. The tone of this version is slightly more egotistical as it does not focus on the beauty that the speaker is experiencing but rather the speaker himself. The rhythm is fairly fast-paced. The way the lines are broken up is supposed to help readers want to keep up with the speaker, to make them want to find out what he does next. Each version emphasizes a different aspect and perspective in the poem and it very interesting to discover how simple line arrangement can affect how a poem is read and what the meaning behind it is.

Abigail Nibblett

 

Journal 3

January 30th, 2017

Cliff Jumping- Version 1 (Unified)

Abigail Nibblett

That moment in which flight lies before you, but the bravery

to jump is not yet there.

Your feet, like little bird feet, quiver and tremble,

Clinging to the rocky cliff as if it were your nest.

You stumble, as baby birds do before they take their first leap of faith,

Hoping that their wings will save them.

Your hair ruffling like feathers in the wind,

Reminding you just how high up you are.

Your eyes focus like a falcon’s on the water below.

You do not yet have the heart of an eagle, so

You let out a small chirp, like an avian cry.

Miles high into the air, but so far from flight.

 

Yet the moment you jump, you soar

As if you were an osprey taking flight for the first time.

Once you leave the nest, your wings spread,

Your view broadens, and your spirit,

As delicate as a hummingbird,

Becomes as strong as the cliff you leaped from.

 

 

 

Cliff Jumping- Version 2 (Not Unified)

Abigail Nibblett

That moment in which flight lies before you, but the bravery

to jump is not yet there.

Your feet, like earth worms, quiver and tremble,

Clinging to the rocky cliff as if you were a toddler with his mother.

You stumble, as drunken men do after a long night out on the town,

Hoping that they can make it home.

Your hair ruffling like leaves in the wind,

Reminding you just how high up you are.

Your eyes focus like a sniper’s on the water below.

You do not yet have the heart of a champion racehorse, so

You let out a small chirp, like a dog whose nails have been clipped too short.

Miles high into the air, but so far from flight.

 

Yet the moment you jump, you soar

As if you were the Wright brothers taking flight for the first time.

Once you leave the nest, your wings spread,

Your view broadens, and your spirit,

As delicate as an eggshell,

Becomes as strong as the cliff you leaped from.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Journal 2

January 25th, 2017

Homesickness

Fredericksburg, home but not home at all
The chatter of students, the clicking of heels on brick
Tripping over my own feet and confidently calling out the wrong answer,
Learning that Broca pioneered the idea of language in the brain.
The brain is like me, complicated and confused.
Every bone in my body aches from the tough coiled springs in the mattress,
Who knew that homesickness could wear you down so?

I walk by two average height girls in sweatpants, complaining about a third
I want to drive for three hours and forty-five minutes.
If only it were possible to click your heels and be where you wished,
Where the pouting bulldog is longing for attention.
At home the store has white chocolate macadamia nut creamer, but not here.
OC waits for long summer days and bare feet on splintery boards
And the rotten fish to wash up on the shore.

Yet I love this town.
Why is it so easy to love a place where all that you love is not?
There’s no four wheelers here, no freezers full of venison your brother shot
There Noah is waiting with open arms.
Love is pain
I can’t stop wishing I was there, yet being happy I am here
My heart aching for that familiar white and brick house on Blue Heron Way
The field, stream, fresh air of the countryside
Back in the state where Frederick Douglas was raised.
Where the wrinkly bulldog props her slobbery chin on the windowsill, eagerly gazing outside
Take me back.

Abigail Nibblett

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Journal 1

January 20th, 2017

  • Taste: Coffee, pineapple, pistachio, chocolate chip cookie, egg, pretzels, green tea, agave, pomegranate, pine nut, beef stew, spearmint, lemon, cranberry muffin, avocado
  • Touch: Sequin, stage, blanket, ice, rosin, leaf, pen, sand, Labrador, journal, sock, paddle board, skin, tulle, pillow
  • Smell: Book, sweat, hairspray, cologne, cake, gym, sea breeze, scrapple, rain, fresh sheets, candle, studio, backstage, citrus, mud
  • Hearing: Classical music, boat horn, cricket, laughter, traffic, purring, writing, pointe shoe, breath, heartbeat, conversation, coffee pot, knocking, counting, lecture
  • Sight: Bulldog, family, smile, star, Christmas tree, succulent, stage light, audience, calla lily, dish, steering wheel, blackboard, notebook, tabby cat, to-do list
  • Action/Motion: Twirl, leap, prance, swoosh, glide, sprint, wrestle, crawl, jump, walk, tumble, bourree, sashay, pirouette, jog
  • Abstractions: Blessing, faith, honesty
  • Anything Else: Cape Charles, dancer, knowledge, kiss, selflessness, responsibility, home

 

Abigail Nibblett

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Journal 1

January 20th, 2017

  • Taste: Coffee, pineapple, pistachio, chocolate chip cookie, egg, pretzels, green tea, agave, pomegranate, pine nut, beef stew, spearmint, lemon, cranberry muffin, avocado
  • Touch: Sequin, stage, blanket, ice, rosin, leaf, pen, sand, Labrador, journal, sock, paddle board, skin, tulle, pillow
  • Smell: Book, sweat, hairspray, cologne, cake, gym, sea breeze, scrapple, rain, fresh sheets, candle, studio, backstage, citrus, mud
  • Hearing: Classical music, boat horn, cricket, laughter, traffic, purring, writing, pointe shoe, breath, heartbeat, conversation, coffee pot, knocking, counting, lecture
  • Sight: Bulldog, family, smile, star, Christmas tree, succulent, stage light, audience, calla lily, dish, steering wheel, blackboard, notebook, tabby cat, to-do list
  • Action/Motion: Twirl, leap, prance, swoosh, glide, sprint, wrestle, crawl, jump, walk, tumble, bourree, sashay, pirouette, jog
  • Abstractions: Blessing, faith, honesty
  • Anything Else: Cape Charles, dancer, knowledge, kiss, selflessness, responsibility, home
Abigail Nibblett

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