Some of you questioned whether or not I was a poet today in class. I think everyone has the potential to be a poet. I've slacked in performing poetry over the past year, but here's a photo from an Open Mic in Highland Park.
Here's a poem I wrote in response to a poem by Mark Doty that we'll look at later on in the semester. Have a great weekend!! -Ms. Barbour “What Could We Do” “…what could he do, what could any of us ever do but ask for it?” It is incredibly moving to realize the power of words left unspoken. When words are left unsaid– or, perhaps, unsaid to their subject– what power is stripped away from both the speaker and the current topic? To think the subject is unaware of the mere commonality of being a conversation piece is, plainly put, stupid, but they continue to beat on against the rhythm of their own stupidity. When callous words are spoken– perhaps out of fear, or misunderstanding– the power of the words are stripped. Inquire, desire, dive into the truth, whether it be through a questioning or through small talk, and fulfill your needs to know the truth without being cruel, for the cruelest of moments happen in the most innocent passings. Speak your truth. Defy the heartless. Rise above the rest, and stay at ease with an open heart. What can any of us ever do but ask for that?
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AuthorMs. Barbour is an 11th grade English and Poetry teacher at Franklin High School. Archives
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