Ice
Reflection, Writing
One day one started out with a poem on the shorter side. It was bare bones and just the main concept of the poem I wanted to write. I was nervous about making this poem longer because I like to write poems that are straight to the point but I really enjoyed this process. It pushed me to think metaphorically on how I could write this a different way without saying it flat out. The second day of rewriting the poem I added a line for every line that I wrote. When writing this one I just wrote what came to mind and the next day I perfected those lines. I also added a different ending which completely changed the whole idea of the poem, which I liked. The next day I switched one of the metaphorical lines about ice. I loved this line way more than the previous days and if I wasn’t continuously updating my poem I would’ve never changed it. The final day I tweaked the small stuff and words and then I added more to the ending to change the idea of the poem completely. The poem now started out positive and ended with a negative twist leaving the readers thinking that the “heater” was a good thing.
Reflection, Bookmaking
I originally wanted to do a blue collage. I have a bunch of paper things that I collect to make collages but looking through the stuff I had I felt as though nothing related to what my poem portrayed. So, I pivoted and decided to draw with colored pencils. I drew an ice cube on a beach. I feel as though this portrays the poem very well and it seems contrary to the norm. My hope for the synergy is to create questions. It is not a normal thing to see ice on a beach. A beach has a condensation of being a warm place yet the ice has not melted.
On the back cover of the poem book I decided to draw a roaring fire. This is because the poem relates to needing fire to turn back into one’s pure self. The fire is drawn on the back cover of the book because it is separate from the ice. The ice metaphorically looks for this fire to turn back into water. But, it is hard to find because it takes work to get rid of all of the things that turn you into ice, you are going to have to search for that fire. Saying all of this, the content that I wrote within the poem reflects on the genre of drawing heavily.
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Final
We are all born water
a part of the sea,
guppies grouped to survive
if you’re lucky enough,
youll stay that way
a wave crashing into the sand
yet, some people arent lucky
they turn into ice, stuck at 32 degrees
looking for their heater
to bring them back to their pure self