In the process of creating an anthology I learned to look at something and make art of it. My anthology contained two kinds of art. The art of words-- poetry-- and painting.
Watercolor is something I've always loved to do. When I was younger, I would take my crayola watercolors and sit in the shade of a tree so I could paint. I'd eat spaghetti o's too, and my paintings became a cross between watercolor and spaghetti sauce.
The art of words is something I've only recently taken time to appreciate. I love to read, but fiction novels tend to be quite different from poetry. They've got back stories, conflict, and revision. Poetry breaks every rule you learn in English class and pushes your grammar and vocabulary. Poems can be completely happy or completely sad. They can be lighthearted or thought provoking. Poetry is the art for the open minded, the rebels, the wanderer, the young, the old, and me.
My anthology has a piece of me engraved into every word-- king of like a diary. I hope you enjoy my mess of thoughts and perspectives; this is my attempt to make sense of all my teenage feelings. I hope it can make you smile.
Take Me Home
By Ellie Davis
This poem is inspired by the last production I was in at What A Do Theatre. I found a safe place there and I wanted to write about the art that I love so very much, and just touch on the feelings I get as I perform.
11 Ways to Look at Shadows
By Ellie Davis
I wrote this poem late at night when I couldn't sleep. I was staring into the darkness and I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or closed. Then a car drove by and my room was lit momentarily by the head lights. All the shadows in my room came to life, but it wasn't scary for me. Instead of creepy creatures, I saw welcoming friends in the night reminding me that I'm not alone and they comfort me.
Trying To Think
By Ellie Davis
While sitting in class during our free write time, someone was clicking their pen. It really annoyed me, so I wrote a poem about it.
Yellow Rain
By Ellie Davis
One stormy night, I couldn't sleep because the thunder was so loud. I looked across my room and then saw my yellow rain boots sitting in the corner of my room. I got inspired. This poem is suppose to represent the little things that can get you through big struggles.
Forbidden Garden
By Ellie Davis
This poem reminds me of my childhood. This was inspired by my mom's cherry tomatoes, summer days, and youth. I want this poem to remind the reader of these things too.
Image Citations:
Most of the images provided were taken by Ellie Davis. Some of the images were taken from the internet, and can be found either by clicking the picture OR a link citation seen at the bottom of the webpage.
Most of the images provided were taken by Ellie Davis. Some of the images were taken from the internet, and can be found either by clicking the picture OR a link citation seen at the bottom of the webpage.