Chatterbox: Inkwell



Okay, I started one a long time ago, but that one died, and then I started yet another one, and THAT ONE DISAPPEARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This time, I am confident my thread will not disappear or die.

So here's how it'll go. If you join, you'll vote between these random three poets: Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe, or Emily Dickinson. You must vote for ONE OF THESE, though you may, ALONG WITH YOUR VOTE, suggest nominees for the next time we vote (which wont be too far away).

If you dont know any of these poets, just vote for a random one or go with the majority. 

Once we have voted for a poet, I will present some of their poems and discuss them a and explore their meaning, and at some point, I'll give you a prompt related to the poem, and we may write our own poetry inspired by the poems.

Oh, and can we have someone to be a "Word Wizard" and look up words you thinkwe wont know.

I cant wait to start!

I vote for........R-no, I vote for Edgar Allen Poe! 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 11, 2015 - 5:32 pm)


wow, i really like the way you speak in this poem.

i like the paper plane idea.


friendly critique:

i think this poem needs more of a rythym. and since this poem is so long, i cant point out every single spot to edit.

i have a suggestion: pick a beat that matchs the first two lines, and pound it out with your fist. read the poem out loud, while pounding the beat. do not change the beat. change the poem, like if a word doesnt match with the beat, and or take away some syllables. you might want to edit the sixth line (carrying...) 

i think you should also divide your poem into stanzas (papragraphs) like maybe putting a break between  I ponder of which one to take.    and     The path that was one,





submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 29, 2015 - 12:54 pm)

@Owlgirl <!--break-->

To answer your question of what does this poem mean to me: Like what Hermione A. said, the writer is indeed sad time can not be controlled, but what CAN be controlled is how we choose to spend our time. If we spend our time wisely, then we can be happy about what we did with our time. If we just fritter our time away, then we look back at what we've done and are like Why? Why did I spend my time frittering away? What could I have done better? Regrets of our choices with our time starts to turn to guilt, that we were lazy, and now we can do nothing about it. We start to get angry with everything, including ourselves and blaming people. This is not how we want to be, that's why we want to make wise choices, (especially with our time.) Just like when we are on a path to choose in Robert Frost's poem, we have 2 paths to choose from here: what will we do with our time? Will we take it in our hands, and let it slip away, or continue forward, spending time wisely? It's our decision. This motivates me SO MUCH to spend my time wisely, choosing the better path. One quote I like from the Prophet of my church says: Decisions determine destiny. This is so true, every choice we make determines our future. So you choose: do you want to be wise with your time or lazy? 

submitted by Aubrey L., age 13, WA
(July 28, 2015 - 12:30 pm)

@Aubrey L: Wow! I love that thinking!


What this poem means to me is living life while you have it. realizing every moment and not taking everything for granted. I agree wiht what you said, Aubrey L, about how we can't change time but we can spend it wisely. You shouldn't just sit around, mourning about the loss of time. You should DO something, because you can make a difference in the world.

For example, (I got something like this from Tomorrowland) let's say someone invented a machine that could predict the future, and it told you exactly when, where, and how you would die. Now, if it were something you couldn't stop like the Milky Way Galaxy exploding, you should just live life at its fullest.

But if it said you would fall of the stairs at Buckingham Palace on July 19, 2016, well, just avoid Buckingham Palace on July 19th.

You have a say in your fate. The world isn't like in Percy Jackson, where you can't change the prophecy. The prophecies sometimes have double meanings, but you still can't change them. That's just not realistic, however, and that's the one thing that always bugged me a tiny bit about PJO.


 Another thing this makes me think, you know how when you're little, you wish time would speed up? And five minutes time out -- that seemed like forever. and an hour -- whoa! what a lengthy period of time!

Then when you're older, you're stuck in the middle, you don't want time to speed up anymore, because now five minutes is nothing and an hour -- that's barely enough time. But you're not quite at the stage where you wish things would slow down.

That's what happens when you're an adult. Or so I assume.


Somthing I wrote in the Magic RP after we discussed this poem...

“You know,” Skye said, “events like this really make a person think. About what’s important. About -- I mean, does everyone realize life as they live it? And…and when it’s gone…it…it’s…well, they say you never miss the water till the well is dry.”

“I must admit, I took everything -- my dad, my palace, my life, and my friends -- for granted,” Isabel said. 



Okay, warning, I am going to start quoting like mad. 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 28, 2015 - 8:20 pm)

what does this poem mean to me?

well, everything you guys said, but one thing that really draws me to this poem is the title, and the repeated phrase: "A dream within a dream"

To me, a dream within a dream is like...well, have you ever wondered if your life is just a story in a book, or a television? i dont believe that now, (i used to) because my life is too long and intricate!

i recently read the fourth book of the Land of Stories, Beyond the Kingdoms. (It was great, but let me tell you: the plot was only halfway done by the time the book finished. Prepare for yet another sequel! I read somewhere that Chris Colfer doesn't ever want their story to end.)

In this book, at one point, they are able to travel into other fairytales, by jumping into books. So anyway, they get into A Tale of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. They're stuck in this book. So Alex and Mother Goose explain everything to Merlin, and how they got into the storybook, and Merlin says:

"Astonishing, absolutely astonishing to think this world eexists in others as a fable. It endorses my theory that we are all but characters in the books of God's library. or perhaps someone else saod that and I'm forgetting who......"

and then later he says something like maybe you are in someone's book too, and I smile, and I'm like YES! YOU ARE!!!!!!! 


submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 29, 2015 - 8:07 am)

Once again, warning, I am going to quote like mad.


"Time is free. Time is priceless. You can't keep it. But you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back." -Harvey Mackay


I love this poem:

Time is

Too slow for those who Wait,

Too swift for those who Fear,

Too long for those who Grieve,

Too short for those who Rejoice, 

But for those who Love

Time is




Time is what we want most but use the worst.

-William Penn 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 28, 2015 - 8:31 pm)

Wow. I'm sitting here reading everything, and re-checking Owlgirl's age to make sure your just 11. I'm really impressed at your deep thinking. 

submitted by Rose bud
(July 29, 2015 - 9:26 am)

thanks, Rose bud. (blush)


im so exicited how deep we are ALL getting into this.





i turn 12 in october. 

submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 29, 2015 - 12:39 pm)

okey dokey, im going to give the prompt, though you can still keep discussing the poem.



wow, we went so deep into this poem.


so how about this: just write something inspired by this poem, and inspired by what we discussed. i guess something having to with time and life.

but since im giving you a freebee, make your poem really good and deep and meaningful.



submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(July 29, 2015 - 12:44 pm)

Okay! I turn 13 in August :) We are about a year apart. 

submitted by Rose bud
(July 29, 2015 - 1:44 pm)

I kind of just turned 13 in June, so we're all around the same age.

submitted by Aubrey L., age 13, WA
(July 29, 2015 - 2:46 pm)

Coolio! I'm turning 14 in Dec. :I You gals really have a grasp on life! I just wish I had a mind like yours! P.S., my poem is on the page before. :)

submitted by Buggy
(July 29, 2015 - 11:46 pm)

I agree with Owlgirl about stanzas and rythem, Buggy. Also, the rhyming wasn't very clear, if you know what I mean. You may have broken the pattern a few times as well. In my opinion, the word "zoom" is just... I don't know... "unromantic." Perhaps you could consider something like "soar" instead. Overall, I laughed, I cried, it was moving Buggy. (Tenthousand virtual poetry books to the person who gets that qoute). 

submitted by Rose bud
(July 30, 2015 - 11:27 am)

The hands of the clock are flat and still

On eleven and twelve, and I know
An hour and twenty minutes until I'm gone
For at least half an hour or so
From eleven to five past
The minute hand seems to crawl
Oh wait-I've changed my mind now
It doesn't move at all
But when school's finally over
And summer's finally begun
I'm glad I've got such time ahead
I look ahead-nearly three months
But soon enough June's gone
And now it is July
It's practically August
And here the problem lies.
Forever and eternity
Describe a boring day
But when I never want something to end
I can't seem to make it stay.
Time can be an odd thing
Speeding up and slowing down
The cause of many a debate
And matched by nothing in renown.
Though there's one way to solve the problem 
And fathom the concept of time
To never waste a minute
As you'd never waste a dime
It's harder than you think
But never cease to try.
For as long as you attempt
And hope that nothing goes awry
Your time will not be wasted
However long it takes
For learning not to squander time
Couldn't possibly be a waste
Okay, it's kind of bad, but whatever. It's hard to make a serious poem rhyme, but I find it hard to keep rhythm without rhyme sometimes. Oh well, work in progress. Critique as you will.
submitted by Sydney C., age 12
(July 31, 2015 - 6:16 pm)

Not my best work, but it's easier for me to write with the inspiration of the moment.



Dark sky-

brilliant moon,


rising, glowing

angelic, spreading


light across 

my window,


creating eerie 

shadows along


the floor, as I

wake from a


dream, and

fall into another-


unrealistic- when

silence smothers


night’s song. 

submitted by Rose bud
(July 31, 2015 - 7:59 pm)

@Rose bud

I like the idea of this poem.

Uhh...dont have much to say....except I think you should add a lot more about the dream within a dream in this poem.


submitted by Owlgirl AKA Elena O., age 11, Texas
(August 1, 2015 - 7:08 pm)