Metaphor has been a main focus for us at Castellanos, and this week I wanted the students to push the metaphors a little further, and embed them deeper into poems. I created a sheet with 20 sentence/metaphor "starters." The students were required to complete them all, as fast as possible, and to let it come naturally, not over think it. They were then asked to circle their three favorite metaphors of those they had created, and use them at the beginning, middle, and end of a poem.
From Mr. Lukas' Class:
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Asucena L.
He held his life in his own hands,
as if it were gold.
But soon the flog plumed through
gunshot holes in the train windows
like the bullet going through him.
Beside him the dice rolled out of the cup like ice.
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Alejandro P.
Nothing was the same now
that it was all the same.
Everything looked alike,
sounded the same,
and tasted the same.
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Dulce C.
If I should wake before I die, I shall
die before I wake.
I shall be with him until I
pass away,
he held his life in his own hands
as if it were to fall from a mountain,
and he shall guard both our lives
from bad and evil.
His love is like our past put in a box.
Love is to open sky as loathing is to
flying to his arms.
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