The Rug Metaphor


Tiny - Posted on 16 February 2011

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Escuela de la gente estudiantes /PeopleSkool Students 2011

The Metaphor Exercise is one of many creative writing exercises we use in the multi-lingual, multi-racial, multi-generational Revolutionary Journalism Class at PeopleSkool.

 

These are the beautiful pieces of prose and poetry that came from the 2nd class of the 2011 winter session.

 

 

La Alfombra

By Julio Chavez

 

 La Alfombra Azul como el agua del oceano.

Y las paredes a; rededor.

Decoradas con imagines de heroes que seguramente

Los libros de historia no van a mejorar.

Pero que nostros no debemos y no tenemos olvidar.

En un futuro sercano. NUestras fotographias pueden

Colgar y contra la verdada y hacer la historia  con poder.

 

 

Shoes swathing-  By Michael

Shoes swathing across an aged petroleum carpet, insulating the office with painted incensed oil-spill. Landfill bound attaching it’s decay to yet another thirsty forest, from painted panels encasing writers to the county debris pile, choking the dirt itself from it’s seeds.

 

 

 

La Metafora De alfombra

By Ingrid DeLeon

 

Soy un techo como este cuarto

Pues asie siento pero si no tubiera

Pero si  yo no tubiera bacea me cairia

Y dejaria de ser un techo

Seria un piso donde todos caminaran sin berme

Pero tengo 4 bases que me sostienen y no me dejan caer

Como esas 4 paredes que sostienen este techo

Asi son mis simientos o mis bases que no me dejan caer

Estas bases son mis  4 hijos

Que son tan fuertes como un hierro

 Juntos somos fuertes como un roble y nadie no bensera

 

 

 

The Rug Became Water

By Libah Sheppard

 

    THE RUG BECAME WATER AND WALLS BECAME MOUNTAINS

 

    THE WATER FLOWED THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS, THE  AIR OF CITRUS FRUIT SURROUNDED MY NOSTRILS, AS THE CLOUDS RAINED OF COINS THAT FLOWED DOWN THE RIVER SURROUNDED BY MOUNTAINS, AND THEIR I STOOD AT THE OTHER END OF THE RIVER RECEIVING ALL THE BLESSINGS FLOWING INTO MY SOUL.

 

 

World with No Borders

 

        By Muteado

 

        World with no borders where I sit with my brothers and sisters,

        Blue sky surrounds us,

        Holding us

        In her hands

 

        Surrounded by Glyrophics

        Of who we are

        On top of green grass

 

 

The Room is like a Field

By Toby Kramer

 

`The room is like a field with papers and chairs growing out of it like shrubs and tufts of grass. The walls are huge trees and the ceiling is  the canopy of the forest. Books and boxes perch on the branches of the trees like forest animals in their burrows.

 

 

 

 

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