Response to Creative City

Creative City

to look, and not avert one's gaze;
that is where all the art is, the passion
and the city. people who do not look,
cannot see canvas, or poems or

notes for
happiness.
art does not begin with art,
but in the eyes. the eyes are everything;
when you look up at another,
and look away without a smile,

you have killed
everything you want to
bring home, oh citizen.


Creative City is an interesting poem written in free verse. The poem basically describes they way people in cities look at art. The poet describes that people who do not look for art, will never find it and that art begins with the eyes. The natural beauty within a city is spectacular but this poem describes the people that who do not open their eyes to look at what we have at our fingertips. The poet uses free verse to describe is argument with no clear rhyming scheme or meter. He uses deep description to explain what people cannot see if they dont look. For example, "people who do not look, cannot see canvas, poems..." states that if you do not open your eyes, you will not see any of the creative features that lie around us in the natural beauty. This poem brings a new perspective to looking art because you can visualize any natural beauty that comes up in your mind first. People have different perspectives of each piece of nature and this poem helps you define that.

Brendan's Poem

The Seasons of Canada
Brendan Meagher

A Ballad written in Iambic Tetrameter
(Rhyme Scheme: A, B, C, B)

The summer months, they come and go,
The sky so blue and sunny too.
No clouds to see, just you and me,
The children going to the zoo.

But then it comes, the leaves they fall,
The season is ‘a changing fast.
Cool temperatures, and back to school,
Pumpkins, thanksgiving, it can’t last.

The snow, it falls, children, they call,
Sharing gifts and celebrating.
Hot chocolate and lighting fires,
Memories they are creating.

But then it melts, and birds, they sing,
The heat picks up, the warm winds blow.
April showers, and May flowers,
You come outside, grass starts to grow.

The seasons, they all come and go,
But then it starts over again.
It’s Canada we love so dear,
A cycle that will never end.

Brendan's season's poem describes Canada in a distinct way because it shows how Canada is so special to have 4 seasons of different weather rather than a place like Florida where it's constantly hot. He describes the events in a manner in which it is so easy to understand because we all go through that same cycle he is describing and we fully understand what he is talking about. He uses a unique rhyming scheme in (A,B,C,B) which gives the poem it's "catchyness" and anxiety to read it. He uses iambic tetrameter which is a perfect fit because the lines are long enough to exactly describe what he is talking about and place enough detail in. He uses deep description about each specific season which he is explaining. For example "But then it melts, and birds, they sing,", it obviously stating that the snow is melting and the season is changing to spring where the birds start to sing. He clearly shows that he knows what he is talking about and puts it into poetry that I would rate a 10/10. Bravo!

The Lake

The Lake by Alex Kupchak

Walking along the big, blue lake

I kindly see a small white snowflake

The sound of the water, sailing up to the rocks

Canadian Geese flying in flocks

The smell of the cold, fresh clean air

Blowing into my face, oh so bare

Icebergs falling from the cliff

People escaping but imagine if...

Footsteps of exploration trenching through

I look to the lake and it's bavarian blue

I touch the snow, my body shivers

Before we cross the short frozen river

The fun may be over but i won't forget

The memories that come which i shall never regret

Viator Poem

Iambic Tetrameter, Rhyme Scheme (AA,BB)

At the beach, it is so much fun

I read my book and now its done

All the kids are being so kind

A tall sandcastle made combined

The hot sun is out, nice and bright

I'm cooling off, drinking a sprite

At the beach, it is so much fun

Buff men are going for long runs

The water today is bright blue

I can see it right clear and through

At the beach, it is so much fun

As i lay freely in the sun

As we move along in the sand

We hear music from a nice band

They play some music where we dance

At the beach, it is so much fun

Canadian Identity Poem

Canada: Oh So Beautiful

From Coast to Coast, Canada is so beautiful
All the cool things that you can see
From geese to syrup to fresh water
You can even watch beavers cut down trees

One National sport is Hockey
In which every one really cares
Nobody really follows Lacrosse
Because it is so rare

Maple Syrup is truly Canadian
And so are beavers and their tails
If you dont know what beaver tails are
Then you mine as well go eat some whale

There are so many things in Canada
That stand nice and tall
From Whitsler to the CN Tower
Everyone wants to see them all

If Nothing I have said convinces you
That all these things bring Canadian Identity
Then maybe you should go to Ottawa
And see the Nation's Capital

A Canadian Poem

Well this is my first post, so I am really excited.

This Canadian poem is written by Michael Andaatje and it is titled Bearhug :)

Bearhug by Michael Ondaatje

Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing,
then something else, walk slowly round
the corner to my son's room.
He is standing arms outstretched
waiting for a bearhug. Grinning.
Why do I give my emotion an animal's name,
give it that dark squeeze of death?
This is the hug which collects
all his small bones and his warm neck against me.
The thin tough body under the pyjamas
locks to me like a magnet of blood.
How long was he standing there
like that, before I came?