Ice, Cats, And Worldview by Noah Del Fante

Hello, my name is Noah I like skiing and snow I am bored and exited Tired and awake I am quiet But mostly loud I am a fan of habit I like skiing, biking, and fun I have had many experiences Some good Some bad These experiences have changed me They have changed me in many ways Some ways I cannot fathom Some have broken me down, for better or worse These experiences have modded me into the person I am today

Sometimes at night when I cannot sleep I listen to the tapping of the rain on the roof The constant drumming has a comfort to it The drumming can also be the opposite The drumming could be annoying It depends on how you perceive it Everything depends of how you see it Everything depends on how you see the world Everything depends on worldview

I am a student in PLP at seycove, and I like writing poems about nature, specifically snow. To learn more about me, watch my about me video

About Me

My thoughts on this project I thought that this project was actually quite interesting, and the amount of poems I had to write I believe helped improve my writing.

My Working with Words Blog Post 

Sound Poem bum bum bum bum I feel the beat of the drum thump thump thump thump I hear the sound of the bumps Ratatatatatat The rain smacks my umbrella with a pat tap tap tap tap tap tap tap Someone knocks on my door with a rap Sound is all around whether we notice of not The drop of a pin or the clang of a pot

Image Poem I felt the ice cold wind blowing shards of frigid air into my eyes. The snow stung my face like a million wasps were attacking at once. I could see the the mountains just below the horizon. The wretched smell of rotting trees surrounded me. I tasted the death in the air. My backpack tried to pull me into the snow with its weight. The loud howl of the wind deafened me I was tired enough to just let the sweet silence of death take me But I kept going Dragging my legs across the snow Into the frigid void of white Slowly making for the the distant mountains I had been walking for so long that I couldn’t even remember why I was walking None the less I knew I had to keep trekking So on I went

Poem Water. Water is the majesty of the earth, the beauty of our time. It nourishes us, cleanses us, and we admire it’s simplicity. Water has no worries, and it flows wherever Mother Nature guides it. Some desire to have peace, like the water. Others strive to become powerful and strong, like the sea. Many of us strive to be like the liquid that nourishes us all.

No.1 5 The cat sleeps soundly 7 A crash awakens the cat 5 Rats are on the mat No.2 5 The time has now passed 7 The time when memories last 5 Christmas that time is No.3 5 birds flee the forest 7 a blast echoed through the trees 5 the shot elk dropped dead

Cats, 🐈

Worldview 🌎

Paragraph from Meth Mountain He was tough. Tough as nails. Tough as old leather. Tough as a poorly cooked steak. Tough as that one piece of crackling that feels like it’s going to break your tooth. That’s how tough he was. He knew it. Everyone knew it. Even that sumbitch, Buford Morehouse knew it. Travis Haymaker was not just a man’s man. He was a man’s man’s man. The tales echoed down from the Sugarbush Mountains, along the Cottonmouth River, all the way down into Poverty Valley. If his red pickup cleared the tree line and headed down into the holler, it was best to stay indoors. Because when Travis Haymaker was in town, trouble followed. And mayhem usually followed trouble. And then subsequently, death was definitely close behind. Travis Haymaker, trouble, mayhem, and death were like an ordinary lunch. Travis Haymaker was the spinach salad. Trouble was the vichyssoise. Mayhem was the duck confit with ramps. And death was the poached pears in raspberry sauce. Four courses of the apocalypse.

Found Poem: Made from a paragraph from Meth Mountain Tales echo across the mountains, rivers, and valleys Tales of a man who trouble and death always followed A man tougher than nails, tougher than old leather A man that raw steak he would have swallowed His punches and haymakers so strong they’re in his name Everyone would hide indoors when he came His red pickup so loud it roared

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Experience Poem The white was all I could see The white of the snow In the sun it would glow But there was no sun in sight for now And the flakes of white the wind did blow Every minute felt like an hour On and on I trekked With my jacket and coat from MEC Determined to make it to the top I promised myself I would not stop The closer I got the more the clouds parted It felt like so long I forgot when I started I could see it, Just beyond my reach Then the clouds I had breached I looked around in awe Taking in the astounding view At that point I knew it was true The stories that the sight would inspire That the sun glowed like fire That the mountains gleamed with trees

Their colour as bright and green as peas That the clouds from above appeared to be a sea A view that changed me It felt like all my burdens had dropped I was just standing, not deep in thought I wished I could stay in that moment forever But nothing lasts that long, never

Personification of Worldview Worldview walks into the room. It smells like opinion. It looks like us. Because we are worldview It walks with authority It sounds powerful It is kind, and menacing It is determined It is flexible Worldview is everything Worldview is us We are worldview We control worldview

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