Question
my homework is to write a poem in which i make something in nature speak and describe its growing process. i can either write a poem or a prose. I can choose any tone i like.. i have chosen to write on a tree's growing process..
can someone explain to me what prose is and what would be easier for me to do, poetry or prose? thanks:)
can someone explain to me what prose is and what would be easier for me to do, poetry or prose? thanks:)
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GuruBlue
Prose is regular fiction or non-fiction writing style. Were it I responding to this assignment, I would write a poem or story in the first person, as if I were the tree. How would I feel, what would I see, hear from the first day I peeked out from under the ground until the day I died.
How did the sun feel on my branches, how did the rain feel, what does it feel like to grow leaves, to lose them? Do I like birds, what kinds? Do I have fruit, flowers; what kinds; what happens to them? This sounds like fun!!!
How did the sun feel on my branches, how did the rain feel, what does it feel like to grow leaves, to lose them? Do I like birds, what kinds? Do I have fruit, flowers; what kinds; what happens to them? This sounds like fun!!!
y912f
this is what i have. please correct me if somethign is wrong:
I remember the days when I was just a little plant. Now I'm big but not as strong as before. I remember the days when the kids used to climb on me and make secret hideouts. Now I'm too tall and covered with moss. I remember the days when I was so full of green that people would take shade under me and even plan picnics. Now there isn't a single leaf on me from top to bottom. I'm growing weaker by the hour and they'll probably chop me off soon enough. There is no use of me now but I remember the days when I was just a little plant.
I remember the days when I was just a little plant. Now I'm big but not as strong as before. I remember the days when the kids used to climb on me and make secret hideouts. Now I'm too tall and covered with moss. I remember the days when I was so full of green that people would take shade under me and even plan picnics. Now there isn't a single leaf on me from top to bottom. I'm growing weaker by the hour and they'll probably chop me off soon enough. There is no use of me now but I remember the days when I was just a little plant.
GuruBlue
y91... You say you remember the days when you were just a little plant... what were they like? How did you feel? You need to "enlarge, decorate", make me see what you saw felt. This is a great start.
Correction... I am no longer of use...but I remeber the days.....
Correction... I am no longer of use...but I remeber the days.....
y912f
i know what you mean , but my poem has a limit of one paragraph..but i will try to add more details.
thanks for correcting me
thanks for correcting me