Prosody 101
Posted on | Monday, May 23, 2011 | No Comments
Essentially, Prosody is a poem that was made from a story. For instance here was my poem that I made from a story:
After hearting the news
About Osama Bn Laden being dead
I was happy.
Justice has finllay been served, after nine years
He was a monster who should have died long ago.
Revenge has finally been accomplished,
For every victim of the 9/11 attacks.
I am happy,
Knowing it puts a lot of victims families
Hearts at ease.
I can only hope,
That no one will follow in Osama Bin Laden's footsteps.
I can only hope,
That this war may have finally ended.
I can only hope.
But in all reality it was in paragraph form first:
After hearing the news about Osama Bin Laden being dead I was happy. Justice has finally been served, after nine years. He was a monster who should have died long ago. Revenge has finally been accomplished, for every victim of the 9/11 attacks. I am happy, knowing it puts a lot of the victims' families hearts at ease. I can only hope, that no one will follow in Osama Bin Laden's footsteps.I can only hope, that this war may have finally ended. I can only hope.
Creative writing peice
This is my creative writing of the character in "The City of the Beast" by Isabel Allende. Hes not a main character in the story, and I wrote it in his perspective. This is a scene that I thought portrayed LeBlanc's character the most and was important to understanding the book more clearly, here is my creative writing:
The character that I chose is Professor LeBlanc. He is a character who acts like he knows everything but in all reality does not know what he is doing at all. In fact he's famous for all of the wrong reasons. Even if he isn't a "main character", he is the leader of the expedition.
My name is Professor Ludovic LeBlanc. This year's expedition of International Geographic is to search for the mysterious "Yeti" that terrorizes this jungle. But there are some things that are there, such as Indians that I happen to know all about. I have written more than three books on Indian wildlife. I looked at the crowd with an intense gaze to make my point come across. "Do not talk to them and if they come near you, you should always be cautious. They are the most dangerous beings on this Earth." I stared with intimidation at this year's expedition group and was not satisfied. The guide that I had hired, had a kid that he was going to bring with him, probably going to mess this whole expedition up.
I wasn't only that, but the older lady, Kate Cold, also brought her grandson Alexander Cold with her. This expedition is going to be a lot slower than usual. Unless I can get them to stay behind. Not to mention the female doctor who wants to treat the Indians in the forest with vaccinations. "Well I don't think there will be room for the two kids and the doctor on this trip." I said. Then that minute, the man who was paying for this whole expedition stepped out of his tent. "Sure there is, that's why I bought two boats from the locals." Cauricas said to everyone. He was the rich man, you could even say billionaire. "Well if you say so....", I said in exasperation.
So after that argument we had all set sail and went on. But not even halfway through the jungle, it had gotten more rampant than ever. The boats were rocking and I was getting a little seasick in all honesty. So that is when disaster had struck. One of the photographers that joined our adventure suddenly fell over. To everyone's surprise, but mine, he had a dart sticking in his neck. No doubt a poison dart. That is when our hired militia started to fire in the woods with their rifles. But before we knew it, that photographer was dead, from the poison dipped dart. "There was no chance of saving that guy", I had though to myself. Before long we were at a spot where we could rest, and that was a village that cauricas had bought.
Cauricas had led the way, and we all followed. He led us straight to his personal housing, where there was a black jaguar in the back. The strangest thing happened just ten. The young boy, Alexander Cold, had went straight up to the cage, where the jaguar was being fed a monkey. He almost felt intimidating that moment. But right then he tried to unlock the cage, and the expected happened. Our guide for the jungle shot the ca as it was about to attack. This trip in the Amazon is going to be alot different than the other expeditions.