Word Groups - Ms. Lamorte



Word Groups

Objective: In this exercise you will be developing flexibility or “alternative thinking,” exploring a range of possibilities. More specifically, you are looking into the variety of “colors,” nuances, and meanings to be found in words.

Directions: Look at the various word groups that have been assembled for you. Choose a word group of four words from the word-group lists. You are to use these four words to develop three poems.

Hint: One way to do this is to make one of the poems “positive” (something positive happens or there is a positive feeling in the poem; you decide on your own definition of positive). Make another poem in the set of three “negative.” In the third poem, a negative changes into a positive, or a positive changes into a negative; the poem somehow contains both or is somehow neutral.

emperor children fireflies moon

1.

The emperor is in the garden.

He came there to admire the moon,

as emperors do.

His children hide there,

covering their laughter with their hands,

wishing not to be seen.

They, too, came out for the moon,

but they also came to catch the fireflies.

2.

The moon is emperor tonight,

slowly crossing the garden

of the sky,

no children to accompany him,

an emperor alone.

Perhaps he came to play with

the starry fireflies.

3.

How sad the emperor seems tonight,

and lonely as the distant moon.

The burdens of ruling are great,

and assassins could be anywhere.

He remembers his days as a child

when his only care

was catching fireflies in the summer night.

4.

The emperor invites the children

to his summer garden.

They think he wants them

to admire the moon.

No, he wants them to teach him

the art of catching fireflies.

5.

I want to grow up to be the emperor of my life someday.

I want someone to love me, to think

that I’m the sun and moon.

But I will never outgrow

the solitary joy of catching fireflies

in the summer nights.

6.

No moon tonight.

No matter.

Let him sleep,

that golden emperor

of the summer night.

I will be like children

happy in the dark,

their hearts made bright

in chasing fireflies.

7.

Winter night, so cold,

the emperor moon

a frozen statue

in the glistening sky.

Icicles hang from

the pagoda roof,

twinkling here and there

like summer fireflies.

Here, too, the snowman

left by playing children

to help us set aside, for now,

the joys of summer days.

8.

My father thinks he’s emperor

of our house.

His watch is ruler of his days.

He whistles from the porch

to call me in.

It’s time, he thinks.

No moon tonight to give away

my hiding place.

I’ll come in soon, but for a while

I want to linger-

and you can guess-

the summer night is full of fireflies.

Word Groups

Mother

Folds

Twilight

Hands

Paint

Insects

Brush

Glory

Table

Tortillas

House

Moon

Coins

Cold

Frost

Lace

Dragonfly

Pond

Face

Silence

Cloud

Trickle

Arroyo

Dust

Grandfather

Village

Silver

Rain

Voice

Whence

Truth

Light

Poem

Flocks

Wings

Fly

Ecstasy

Garments

Linger

Dawn

Imagine

Someone

Listen

Words

Child

Shore

Waves

World

Weave

Colors

Childhood

Threads

Watermelon

Steps

Seeds

Talk

Homeward

Journey

Veils

Mists

Snow

White-haired

Forest

Black

Timeless

Cloud

Moon

Branch

Fog

Bridge

Pony

Graze

Graves

Women

Knowledge

Earth

Boy

Knick

Wisdom

Beard

Flowers

Memories

Lonely

Jar

Faith

Tests

Illusions

Discern

Spring

Darkness

Moonlight

Silk

Rock

River

Girl

Wash

Poet

Pour

Courage

Page

Abandoned

Empty

Boards

Weeds

Sand

Gold

Blind

Sea

Solitude Genesis Monk

Joy Soul Simple

Windy Magic Cricket

Gate Youth Night

Windows Routine Child

Mannequins Curtain Resilient

Reflections Headphones Forgiving

Flee Sheet Free

Iraq Archway Discipline

Streets Silence Eyes

Heartbeats Pause Open

Hands Return/Go Receive

Mine Sunflower Amateur

Table Crow Cosmos

Apartment Eye Drowsy

Life Run Stars

Ashes Woman Wind

Compose Scent Clothesline

Alphabet Fingers Mother

Stars Bloom Sheets

Grandfather Abandoned Lace

Village Empty Trunk

Silver Boards Shadow

Rain Weeds Snow

Cloud Sand Woods

Tickle Gold Wonder

Arroyo Blind Insect

Dust Sea Palm

Table City Caterpillar

Tortillas Sunset Valley

House Windows Mountain

Moon Lights Change

Mother Teacher Woman

Folds Piano Scent

Hands Dust Fingers

Twilight Keys Blooms

Dragonfly Story Nightgown

Pond Mine Nude

Face Muscles Garden

Silence Move Shapes

Autumn Discipline Poems

Bowl Eyes Permissions

Invisible Open Borrow

Hands Receive Steal

Waves No one Childhood

Jewels Amazing Scissors

Shore Told Paper

Queen Joy Rock

China Pueblo Cattle

Poets Shadow Darkness

Mountains Cheek Salt block

Mist Breeze Moon

Teacher Cycles Maples

Piano Stories Anesthesia

Dust Child Autumn

Keys Repeat Rain

Beauty Sun Pond

Unexpected Seesaw Droplets

Rethought Children Circles

Seen Lift Thoughts

Hummingbird Waste Shed

Air Abandon Lonely

Tremble Summer Dawn

Throat Save Cat

Perfection Wars Winds

Excellence Revolutions Giants

Chance Bubbles Redwoods

Enough Streams Coast

Battles Fire Grains

Foes Diamond Granules

Entwined Coal Happiness

Peace King Earth

Coffin Sister Tribe

Smiles Brother Riverbank

Butterfly Teacher Ghosts

Wreath Climb Names

Woman Dog Waves

Scent Path Purple

Fingers Moon Bridge

Blooms Pond Crows

Japan Increase Paper

Pagoda Decrease Boat

Haiku Suffering Yesterday

Snow Words Dream

Cycles Prayer Goats

Stories Pain Rivers

Child Brand Moonlight

Repeat Heart Believe

Melt Cup Privacy

Symphony Measure Lovers

Beavers Sadness Hours

Ice Sea Tales

Archway November Sunset

Silence Layers Splashed

Pause Stone Ideals

Return/go Throat Blood

Conch Sea Nets

Mermaid Dikes Darkness

Moon Existence Treasures

Mist/tide Heart Sort

Trunk Birds Morning

Fallen Migrate Commuters

Ocean Winter Newspapers

Smooth Cage Wings

Fan Bamboo Lost

Designs Flute Teacher

Open Gauze Kindness

Moon Mist Face

Goats Abyss Girls

Rivers Dream Willows

Moonlight Clover Eyebrows

Believe Grass Breeze

Reflections

The warm

moon shaped tortillas

lay abandoned

on the table.

Catching dragonflies is more important

than dinner on summer nights like this.

We come equipped with our lonely mason jars

and quick hands.

The moonlight shines

and makes the grass

look like its woven

with silk and lace.

It feels good against our bare feet.

The fireflies brush the sky

With their wallflower yellow lights

They linger

Just enough to tempt us

Daring us to catch ‘em in our hands.

No one walks tonight

We take watermelon sized leaps forward

Chasing nothing

And everything

At the same time.

I wish I could bottle up

The branches of the willow tree

The mist

The fog

The boardwalk

But the pond has done that for me

Carrying reflections of

lightning bugs

lilacs and lilies

and timeless others who have come before us.

Mr. Ochoa

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