Brick

This exercise was pretty cool and turned out a pretty neat product.  Just incase you were curious the book that I use for this class is called Imaginative Writing: The Elements of Craft by Janet Burroway

pictured to your right.
For this exercise we were given a few minutes as a class to look and feel a normal everyday brick.  Then we were to give as many adjectives we could think of to describe the brick.  When we were done with that our professor told us to write whatever we wanted involving a brick without using any of those words.  Pretty cool huh? What I came up with was a poem about a brick without once ever saying the word brick.

It came crashing through his living room window,

landed on the rug his daughter used for tea parties.

Leaving jagged pieces of glass

cutting at the peaceful darkness of his home.

The noise faded as quickly as it came,

the only thing to show for it cool evening breeze blowing from the broken bay window.

It lay there so unthreatening, so small,

but in message so devastating.

Hate.

Fear.

Judgement.

The whole int the window four times it's actual size.

The echo of such actions leave in history surpass the action itself in decades.

He looks at the remains of his safe haven,

His bleary eyed wife and trembling child on the stairs behind him.

He wonders

how something that created the sanctuary of his his home,

can be used to destroy the very same thing.