Imitation poetry is another type of poetry. For this small project, we annotated five different genres of poems and imitated their styles to further create our own poems. For the first two ones, If I Were In Charge Of The World and Where I’m From, we were also required to create two photo stories. After writing our poem, we read out our poems and recorded it. Next, we added photos that corresponds the content. What would you do if you can stay young forever? It’s surely a tough question. Eternal youth seemed to be a fantasy that everyone pursues. However, would you still want it if life becomes meaningless? In my “where I’m from” poem, explore my roots. They aren’t fancy, but they were the ones who shaped me. The next three ones are ode, list poem, and two-voice poem. I praised my valentine, my palette, in my ode. In my list poem, I spent a fantabulous afternoon at the café and lost track of time. Sandy was a great partner for my two voice poem. It’s true that we are different as the star and the moon, but we found our own ways and found our resonance.
If I Were In Charge Of The World
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《Imitation Poem》|| If I Could Turn Youth Into Eternity
If I could turn youth into eternity
I’d abolish mortality
sickness and sufferings
and
gerascophobia, monophobia, and algophobia wouldn’t exist
If I could turn youth into eternity
there’d be longer daylights
careless childhoods
and painful pasts should be forgotten
If I could turn youth into eternity
nightmares would never come bother your soundly sleep
“fear of death” should never be a term in your dictionary
Neverland in Peter Pan would never be a myth
(never growing old could be a dream come true)
you don’t have to escape reality
to experience
e s c a p i s m
If I could turn youth into eternity
Youth could be wasted ‘cause it would never end
Money and fame would become meaningless
Life would be lived without an aim
‘cause there’ll always be enough time to waste
But if that’s so
Would I still wanna turn youth into eternity?
I guess
n o t.
《Photostory》
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Where I’m From
《Annotation》
《Imitation Poem》
I’m from gnarled roads
countless scars and bruises
and a two wheel dance
that took me weeks to learn
I’m from paint and brushes
dancing on endless canvas in my mind
sometimes into ashes, fading away, disappearing
sometimes into reality, an eternal illusion
I’m from the tree
that used to be slightly taller than me
that never knew I looked up to
she seemed to fade
when she was just about to shine
I’m from endless oceans
the heart and will of Columbus
into the wild
from the mountains
to the sea
I’m from branches of the Chen and the Fang
two leaves, one from each
used to collide
until a wind of dissonance
I’m from ten months of suffering
from the strong will to keep one alive
from the body that ached so hard
(but the heart that preserved)
I’m from the lost stars
hands grasping on a dreamcatcher
searching for an aim
in the deep, clueless eye
《Photostory》
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Ode
Ode to Family Photographs《Annotation》
Ode to Pizza《Annotation》
《Imitation Poem》 || Ode to Palette
Life wouldn’t be complete without my palette
without it, how to make watercolors into a palace?
Use it to create a colorful mess
Impossible for people to not get obsessed
Add some watercolors, mix it up
She wouldn’t be lonely with a cup
She’s a stage where colors dance
The colors play, wouldn’t you mind to take a glance?
Bring her to where you’d go
Paint your fantasies anywhere if you do so
friends with a palette? call me mad, call me crazy
when life’s messed up, palette is my only therapy
if colors are madness, she’s sensibility
she brings me back whenever I fall in insanity
true that watercolors and acrylic keep her alive
but without her, colors barely survive
big or small, new or old,
every palette has a story untold
for the palette of mine?
24/7, she’d always be my valentine
she wouldn’t have to worry about her age
she’s always free with her fellow colors, like a mind out of its cage
there would be a missing piece in life without palette
don’t mind if you can’t relate
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List Poem
Sick《Annotation》
《Imitation Poem》|| Café
Who still need a place to go
When you can stay here and taste a cup of perfect cappuccino
play the old-fashioned music
from the record spinner, old and classic
two tiramisus and a cheesecake,
tell the café to bake and make
cups of Americano and latte
some bitter, some sweet, both enjoyable like ballet
sitting in such an elegant shop
living a life wealthy like a medieval bishop
look around this grand café, fancy plants everywhere
cactus cute but thorny, impossible to share
roses lovely, enthusiastically blossoming
lilies shy yet beautifully breathtaking
look around this cute café, every corner is an art
the type that you couldn’t buy from a shopping cart
full of peace and tranquility
unlike the bustling streets in the city
an Englishman walked by and sat
followed by a mademoiselle with a fluffy, huge hat
both ordered a cup of black tea
took a sip, with a smile you can easily see
she added several cubes of sugar
as if she wants to make her life less bitter
he passed by to get a newspaper
glasses on, reading like a gentleman
tik-tok, tik-tok, the clock on the wall sang
I jumped up when it suddenly rang
“It’s already 12 AM? this couldn’t be,
you gotta be kidding me”
In this café, I got drunk with life
didn’t know time was already killed by a swift knife
guess it was a daydream,
instead of me staying conscious, I wandered around like a flowing mist
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Two-Voice Poem
The Lunch Room《Annotation》