Experiencing Poetry

When I thought of poetry my mind went straight to the Shell Silverstein books I read in elementary. Runny Babit, Every Thing on It, and Falling Up are just a few. I liked reading poetry when it was just reading simple short poems that were funny, sarcastic, and didn't require an analysis asking about the complexity of the whole thing. Now, I can't exactly say the same. Now when I look at any poetry I feel like I need to start annotating and that I need enough annotations so that my paper just looks like it has been annotated in 20 different colors to highlight everything me and what may appear like 7 other people noticed while reading it. Jk it's really not that bad but that's what made me write a short poem inspired by Shell Silverstein (without any annotations). 

                                

Silverstein's version - School 

Rain and Hail, 
Cold and Snow
Are good excuses not to go. 


My version - going to bed 

Cozy and warm, 
Pillow and blanket
Are good excuses to fall asleep. 






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