ENGL 215: Writing with Rupi Wkshp 1 (optional) by https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q Your poems! en-us 2020-09-21 00:32:35 UTC 2025-10-01 17:05:52 UTC hello@padlet.com A List of Things I Can Share With the World. emilygullord https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q/wish/780245324 Authenticity 
Excitement for even the mundane
Consideration
Space to grow and be, but also show that one is supported 
An obscure way of expressing myself that may even bring a laugh
A push to find the world outside the box
Deep empathy from a life I hadn’t known yet
Witt
Sarcasm that can kill 
A love so real it frightens most away. 


]]> 2020-09-25 17:50:46 UTC https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q/wish/780245324 Kristin Nielsen justkristin https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q/wish/780790106 Here is my scheiße.
To be honest, I was having strong reactions to Rupi that were probably unfair. Sorry :(

The two things that were even remotely poemlike (tho I will only ever be a poetaster) are

A List of Things I Can Share With the World
My name.
Permission to rename me.
The unnamed, automatic song that comes like breathing while I work.
Attentive silence.
What I know.
What I don't know.
What I want to know.
My eyes as lenses to give another view.
A list of reasons to love spiders.
My deepest condolences.
An apology.
My child.
Hope, when I have it.
Compassion.
My dust when I am done with it.

[If I could edit this one, my first change would be to remove the "My eyes..." line. Maudlin. Horrible.]

Sonnet: A Nearly-empty Can of Pastèque La Croix

A can of pinks and narrow arcs of green,
My sides have dried and I no longer fizz...
It's sad to be stuck in the in-between
Instead of chilling where my six-pack is,
Or crumpled in the blue samsara bin,
And, Earth forbid I end up in the trash!
I hope I've been loved for the spark within...
I worry that I haven't made a splash,
But then remember how I played with gin!
So laughter often made me burn the nose,
And much like fur my garment is a sin;
I loved - and lived - when human thirst arose,
For then my essence worked to nourish life:
A watermelon-flavored end to strife.

[This was fun, but trying to rhyme during a free-write was folly. That last line! Gross! Still, it could have been worse. I had to froth at Peggy after this exercise. I am such and old woman: "If you aren't going to require sonnet rules, don't call it a sonnet! Call it a 14-line Rupi Poem! *grumblegrumble* Good lord...]

]]> 2020-09-25 21:17:15 UTC https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q/wish/780790106 M Soleil Hope_Sonnet https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q/wish/781882664 I am a frame...I am sturdy, I am surrounded, and I am solitary...I would rather not be collecting dust on my pedestal...My family all serve the same purpose and yet each of us is unique...I dream of memories soon to be lost and forgotten...I worry that the day will come where I am no longer significant...I wish others would not pass me by so easily...I am haunted by the eventuality that no one will remember me...My greatest achievements have been the rare smiles from my admirers...My greatest failures have been when my purpose brings tears and suffering...I am supposed to be a happy reminder, not the symbol of grief...When the light hits just right I shine...I have a responsibility to ensure that important things are not lost...I am a keeper and protector of treasure.]]> 2020-09-27 03:07:05 UTC https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q/wish/781882664 Hannah Hindman- Sonnet: Bouquet hannahhindman123 https://padlet.com/rrodrigo2/iytfk87gv6e2c95q/wish/782001952 I am a bundle of flowers
I feel admired, appreciated
I would rather be in a vase; real and alive
I get along well with bees, they often think I am real
I dream of being held by the anxious hands of a bride
I worry that I will get thrown away, or wilt
I would like others to think I smell as pretty as I look
The constant reminder that I am stuck here keeps me awake at night
The best thing I have ever done is lay in the wrong shelving unit
The worst thing I have ever done is loose a few petals, stripping me down
I feel guilty when people touch me and see my lie
My favorite time of night is when she sits at her desk and stares at me; adores me
The point of my life is to make her happy, feel good
I would like to be remembered as a replica of the amazing original 

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