Helen+Kilmartin

I am not like many poets. I think I have a different poetry technique. I do not write about very personal feelings like many poets, nor do not rhyme like many poets. I do not write how or about most things like many poets. I think I am a freestyle writer when it comes to poetry. Normally when I am writing a paper or an essay I stick to that one subject and keep a steady pace on that topic. But, when it comes to poetry I write about whatever is relatively new in my memory. For example when I wrote the “Ode to my cell phone” it was on the table when we got the assignment so I wrote about it. Or when I wrote my “Image poem” I had just gotten my glasses and since I had seen much nicer with them I decided to write about them. I refer to many things in my poems as people or they will have people qualities. I don’t know why I do, but I do that often. I know this sounds cliché but I write about whatever comes to me. When I do write it feels like a weight has lifted off of me. I think I only rhymed in my one poem “Keeper to my sight”. I was going to leave the last line as “you aid me to see” but Mr. Block said to use a different technique so I saw the opportunity to rhyme and I took it.

"Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry" -Gustave Flaubert
 * Quote about poetry**

We were best friends
 * Memory poem**
 * LOVE**

One day during free time we decided to play dress up There was a cheap, Plastic, Pink heart ring, He gave it to me, that was his proposal.

I walked into my Aunt’s corner store with pride,

I showed it of, As if it were a real diamond, my first love, starting off with a fake ring. media type="file" key="poem.m4a"
 * Ode to my Cell Phone**

Were do I start, you help me through everything, I can depend on you through any situation. You wake me up in the morning, every morning at 6:15 on the dot. Your outer shell is white with the chrome fixin's but on the inside you are more than just a pretty frame.

You're a complex creature, so updated, and new. I can't push your buttons, because you don't have any. You freeze sometimes, I just wait for you to recover. Sometimes I forget to charge you, I always need you. You help me connect to my friends and family, no matter where, or when. You keep me entertained when I am on the bus, or when I want to hear the newest music. You let me play games even when you are low on energy.

You have helped me get passed awkward conversations between old friends, or when I just don't want to talk to anyone. You always have my back, and if I lose you I can find you through a gps chip I have inside of you. I helped pay for you, You help me everyday, through any situation. You were definitely worth every penny.



Hello You want this? huh? That Lady's a lunatic Don't you remember that guy from the play...he dies I am so sorry No, I wasn't This kid went wild after I gave him candy That music... just BAM!
 * Found poem**
 * So this is what happens?**

Now I got to go to work

I was taught by Hilarious, always cackling, hard working, homemade food making, PEOPLE
 * I was raised by**
 * My Life**

I was scolded by middle class, "What do you think money grows off of?" working hard to bring food to the table, caring, loving, Always giving me what I need, There for me 24/7 PEOPLE

I was heard by nurturing, taking risks, lining food, movie loving, helping, Neil Diamond and Lady GaGa loving, Italian, Irish, German, Catholic, Job taking, Money saving, Artists with food, Pushing MY limits, typs of PEOPLE


 * Riff poem**
 * Fall Back**

You know the time of year when we lose and hour of daylight? Just like the clocks in Fall, We fell back.

I loved the time we went to the park, we went on the swings like we were little again. Everyone stared, but we kept going. I loved the time when we video chatted all night long, as if we weren't tired. I loved it when we were stuck together, like we were flies in honey. I loved the time when we were honest about everything and everybody I loved it when we could be honest about ourselves But it seems that we

fell back.

With quote from Coleman Barks


 * Image poem**
 * Keeper to my sight**

The keeper to my sight, helps me be with the ones I love, your thick chocolate brown frame, melts on my face and blends in so smoothly, like butter on toast. you have a label but it means nothing. Just the fact that you aid me to see, means the world to me.

For my detailed study I decided to learn more about the poet Sylvia Plath. At first I chose her because of how she killed herself. She was stuck in a deep depression for a long time; on February 11, 1963 she killed herself by putting her head in a gas oven and turning on the fumes. I feel like her depression started when she got divorced with her husband was left with two young children. She wrote a note for her downstairs neighbors because they lived in an apartment and told them to call the cops, and then she committed suicide. I have noticed many things about Sylvia Plath. She wasn’t just depressed when she was writing, she wrote about many topics. But over the years her depression grew worse and worse until she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t normally rhyme in her poems, nor did she place her stanzas in a typical way. She wrote very moving and sad poems about her life and childhood. But she didn’t only write about her child hood until the later years, she began writing about society and how screwed up it actually is. In her poem “Virgin in a tree” she mentioned how being a virgin is so rare and you should hold on to it, but not too long because no one will like you. She contradicted herself in a way that not only makes sense but was way before her time. Between 1958 and 1960 is where teens really started experimenting, but it was an even bigger outbreak in 1970. She lived in the beginning of this teenage rebellion and she caught on quickly. She also was ahead of her time with her poem “Lesbos” written in 1962. Of course we all know that lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and straights were always there. But lesbian and gay people started really “coming out” in the 1970’s. In one of her stanzas she says, “Clear the voices and history, the staticky Noise of the new”. I believe in that line that she is referring to a friend or herself and she is trying to convince them to just be who they really are. She is telling them to not worry about what people said before and what people are saying now and to just do what feels right to you. In one of her last poems “Crossing the water” written in 1962 she continuously is referring deep thoughts and how she is surprised that people aren’t surprised at sirens. What sirens? I think she is shocked that people didn’t notice her depression. I have also noticed that she used the words “black” and “dark” the more she got into her depression. She started off writing those words once, then in one of her last poems “Crossing the water” she said the two words a total of 6 times. I think she was trying to send someone a calling signal to help her. Overall I noticed many things about Sylvia Plath, some were noticeable to the naked eye, and some I had to search for.