Prose: • writing that has lines stretching form one end of the page to the other • Sentences are grouped in paragraphs • Examples: chapter books, newspapers articles,
Is this a Prose or Poem? • Last night, I tried to finish my reading assignment on the couch. I was having a hard time concentrating because all I could hear was the sound of my dog snoring.
Poetry: is a special kind of writing • Poem: • Expresses a feeling, tells a story, describes, or captures a moment in a special way • Has a rhythm, or a pattern of beats, like music • May have words that rhyme • Often uses sense words • May use imagery to create word pictures • Maybe be organize into stanzas, or groups of lines similar to paragraphs • May be arranged so that its words make pictures on the page
Poems are made up of lines and stanzas: • Line: is a row of words. Sentences in poems can be in one line or split across a few lines. • Stanza/verses- is a group of lines. The lines are often grouped together by how the lines rhyme. Often each stanza has the same number of lines. A blank lien appears between stanzas. • Rhyme: words that have the same ending sound • Rhythm: the pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables in a poem • Meter: the pattern of rhythm in a poem
My Shadow By Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him Jump before me, when I jump into bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow- Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.
My Shadow • How many sentences are used in the first stanza? • What is the rhyme patter of “My shadow”? • Which word in the Poem rhymes with head?
Many Poems have musical rhythm The Woodpecker by Elizabeth Madox Roberts The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole And made him a house in the telephone pole. One day when I watched he poked out his head, And he had on a hood and a collar of red. When streams of rain pour out of the sky, And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by, And the big, big wheels of thunder roll, He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
Tired TimBy Walter de la mare Poor tired Tim! It’s sad for him. He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do; He moons and mopes the livelong day, Nothing to think about, nothing to say; Up to bed with his candle to creep, Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep: Poor tired Tim! It’s sad for him. What line is repeated in this poem?