Artists Among Poets - Emily Cyr

Listed below are the poems I have written on my final 3D project for this class. I'm posting this in case any of my writing is illegible or the written words are damaged to the point of it being unreadable. Rose What did the rose do to become so critically acclaimed? It saturates gardens, dresses, jewelry It douses novels, poetry, and letters in its sweet perfume Placing its petals gently across the streets of our towns Not asking for attention or devotion But rather having it thrust upon them for nothing more than being beautiful Is there no love for tiger lilies and their freckled lips? Or bluebells, which pour endlessly across hills in the spring Dancing and singing to the world in endless ecstasy What about carnations, and their wild frenzy of petals? What have these flowers done to go unnoticed? What more can they do to be loved? Is it the sharpness of roses that excite us? Their thorns glisten against the rich maroons of the flower Threaten

Coming into this class, I didn’t really know what I was anticipating. Poetry has been one of the only forms of artistic expression that I’ve managed to avoid, and this class was my first true exposure to what it’s like outside of the textbook definition that I had to learn in high school. I had thought that with each unit I would be spending countless hours of my day counting syllables and checking my meter in order to get the perfectly pristine and correct poem. Luckily for me, I learned very quickly how wrong I was. Not only did I find myself enjoying the artistic expression of poetry for the first time, I was also fascinated to witness how other people chose to create poetry, and to see what qualities in a written piece they value over others. I also found it difficult to be able to define what qualifies as good poetry. For example, during the surrealist poem unit, I found myself completely baffled as to why anyone would read 4 pages worth of nonsense and qualif