Sydney Clarke, a Brooklynite and budding writer, cannot be deterred once she sets her mind on something. Her love for the arts, especially poetry, inspired her to create the Dublin Creative Writing Club.
The Club will kick into full gear after Parents’ Weekend and will include pilgrimages to slam poetry contests, book launches, and (of course) a hefty dose of revision workshops led by Ms. Sintetos, complete with fresh waffles.
Writing and Waffles: What’s not to love? In the meantime check out the slam poem Sydney performed at morning meeting earlier this month.
My name is Sydney
I lose myself.
I get tied up in the lyrics of a song
Clinging to each syllable
Like a prayer, I sing
Because if I don’t I might explode.
I’m not here to turn all of you Into Edgar Allan Poes
but to let you know
That poetry sets me free-
When I’m trapped in a world I’ve created all alone
I dig under my pillow for a pencil and take
That dog eared paper
To write my way out.
People Say I’m Articulate– But,
I’m far from that
Because inside I have so many crazy thoughts
That I trip over, each and every one,
And every time.
Poetry is my go to when I’m too embarrassed
To say I’m sorry—because I stepped too far
Poetry is my last and first resort
When I feel on top of the world and can’t come down
Poetry is my humble narrator of this jumbled life.
And if you share your truths With me
I’ll let you read my disarray like an open book -because
My name is Sydney,
I lose myself.