too cool for school

 On my search for a poem for the poetry panel project I came across a poem by Emily Dickinson that I absolutely loved, yet we ultimately chose not to go for in the project: “Hope” is the thing with feathers BY  EMILY DICKINSON “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.    I loved the imagery of a bird in our hearts keeping us filled with hope, but what intrigued me was this line: "sings the tune without the words - and never stops - at all-".     If you notice it never said that we stopped hearing the bird's song, but only that the bird never stops singing, and for that, I really loved this line. Hope is always in us, yet sometimes it's cloude

   This week as a class we were asked to raise our hands if we didn't like poetry, and to my surprise almost everyone raised their hand. People stated reasons such as the difficulty of finding meaning within strands of words that don't seem to fit in, the plethora of literary devices and terms that come with learning poetry, and many more, but I for one disagree. I think that the fact that it's so hard to decode a poem makes the final message all the more influential and worthy to us, and the fact that there is no one message makes poetry so much more fitted and personal to every one of us. I love the fact that you can put a lesson worth a million words into a mismatch of 3 stanzas, I love how every time you read a poem you notice something new and intriguing, and most of all I love how poetry is like a puzzle, where it may be frustrating to piece together, but when you do you have something to look back on for years to come. How I feel when I write poetry   Now I don't