The design constraints for this one were as follows: Each student prepared a small box with five treasured items in it, taped it shut, wrote their name on and and exchanged it with another student. Each student took a box home and wrote a sonnet about what might be in the box. These were read in class. Then the students opened the box and wrote a second sonnet on the items actually in the box. The results were quite varied and oftentimes lovely
Gregory Tam
Sonnet #1
"Brings Me Pleasure"
(about Leemya Yamya's box)
These jewels that I love are expensive
They shine and trickle in light or darkness
My money is what allows me to live
I’m thankful for it, I feel very blessed
My calculator saves me all the time
Without it I would not know what to do
A little cereal is not a crime
It allows me to do what I need to
These headphones that play music in my ears
Also allows me to get through the day
Everything that I would like to hear
It puts me into an amazing daze
All of these things are what I love in life
Even without one life is not alright
***
My hand it holds a box emblazoned gold
with tape and marks of name and year long past
I weigh it pondering what it may hold.
It clinks and rattles yet its bounds hold fast
and surely contents match the coat in tone
and within sealed is fortune beyond peer
but how can life so true be summed in wealth alone
it must of course hold trinkets once held dear
in thoughts and dreams still held by mark of name
of secrets marked by year long past its time
on box so small yet so profound in fame
which holds its trinkets metallic which chime
in tune to life so great in wealth and pride
revealing no secret yet none to hide
This bright red box has so much potential
Inside this box anything is feasible
Dillon considers this box essential
A million things in it are conceiveable
Yet Dillon has chosen 6 rare items
that represent his life, love, joy, and soul
You see plastic, he sees brilliant gems
Without this box he is not fully whole
But he has entrusted his heart to me
I am curious but not allowed to peek
I swear I didn't look at his mystery
and to shake the box is a futile technique
Perhaps tomorrow I will discover
what lies beneath Dillon Shaw's bright cover
Nicole Yang In the midst of bliss awaken by the sunlight hitting her face she turns her head the other way thick golden brown waves ï¬nely trace the lines of her pillow that say “Follow that flying butterfly...†head facing her freshly painted wall that so clearly depicts the reason why people believe love conquers all deciding it was time to rise she reaches for her silver necklace and instead ends with surprise a symbol of a love so priceless pure bliss sweeps across her face as she basks in nature's sweet embrace ***** Errin Hadnot Contents of Cream Cheese (Sonnet) Inside this box contains five values I'm curious to know the things it holds It is extremely hard for me to choose I can't wait till' this rectangle unfolds Maybe a seashell from the beach or shore Or even a copper coin worth a cent She might have got them out of her drawer Her folks could have sent them as a present There may be a pin of U-C Davis which can be worn on a piece of clothing A mirror to check out her faces' bliss Kid at heart who owns bouncy balls to bring Just a few ideas of this mystery Hope it sparks feelings from her memory ***** Callie Baramki-Azar Silent Aggravator Oh object that contains your pride Locked and kept shut from my gaze Tangled up are your emotions inside A guess is only to wander blind through a maze For you keep from me what your hearts’ deemed true Items that could illustrate your story Oh what you have concealed from me is you Unwritten tale of your glory Hard and sealed is its design Creator oh cruel you have been Show me and make thine story mine To never reveal would be harsh sin Oh object that sits here with stoic ease, To which my curiosity utters only, please. ** Callie Baramki-Azar Dismal Treasures As I stumbled with no direction Through the park across the way I came across something with deep affection The contents of which I must display So dismal a surprise I didn’t expect Yet sealed with care in its box of tin It lay deserted on the pavement with neglect A cruel joke left behind by my kin Inside a quarter, with gum stuck to one side And a used plane ticket with a long past date No worth I can place in a used toothpick I must confide And in a lone ugly feather I find only hate Yet all placed in a box with great care, These must hold great worth to someone out there. |
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