PROGRESSIVE POEM
Each day during the month of April I will add a line to this poem.
WHAT IS POETRY?
You can't write poetry on the computer. --Quentin Tarantino
You can't write poetry on the computer. --Quentin Tarantino
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy dog ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy dog ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
It's crows calling from tall tasseled corn.
It's the whisper of hummingbird wings in the air.
It's plaits and curls tied with bows in my hair.
It's spying a bird feeding her young.
It's pink cotton candy that melts on your tongue.
It's watching black ants as they march by.
It's watching black ants as they march by.
It's corn on the cob for the Fourth of July.
I had a coyote leap into my backyard yesterday morning and I wrote this haiku.
Desert coyote
gulping down a young rabbit
even the white tail
Now, for the good news, it's Poem in Your Pocket Day.
Tell all your friends. I'm giving away this orange t-shirt featuring THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY FOR MIDDLE SCHOOL book cover. I'm doing this to celebrate the 2nd birthday on April 20, of Poetry for Kids Joy. I can't believe that I've made it to two years of posting an original children's poem every day on my blog. If you'd like the opportunity to win this t-shirt, just leave
your name in the comments below with a line about what poetry is to
you. Be sure to leave your name so I can contact you if you are the
winner. I will take entries from now until midnight between Friday and
Saturday (Pacific Standard Time, April 20, 2013.)
Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day.
First of all, CONGRATULATIONS on a poem a day for over 700 continuous day! WOW!
ReplyDeleteWhat is poetry to me?
Poetry is always there.
It is a sometimes silent
sometimes insistent
song in the air.
I breathe it.
I need it.
I love your poem about poetry, Mary Lee! Thanks for sharing it!
DeleteMary,
DeleteThank you for sharing this. I started counting syllables on my fingers, is this a specific form?
No form, just my first draft thinking. Looking back on it, I think I like the alliteration, the internal rhyme. I'm going to drag this over to my workbook and fiddle with it some more! Thanks for planting a seed, even if I didn't win a t-shirt!!
DeleteHappy Poem in Your Pocket Day, Joy! And congratulations on two years of writing a poem every day for your blog--you are truly an inspiration! = )
ReplyDeletePoetry means more and more to me every day. After several years of focusing primarily on my PB and CB manuscripts, I have been drawn back to the magic of writing poetry, and it lifts my spirit every day.
Thanks Becky, poetry is magic, isn't it?
DeleteAfter working with the kids today, I saw the magic and had so much fun being with the children.
Congrats, Joy, on writing a new poem EVERY day for two years!!! Thanks, too, for inviting me here to offer my thoughts on "what poetry is."
ReplyDeleteWHAT'S A POEM?
A whisper,
a shout,
thoughts turned
inside out.
A laugh,
a sigh,
an echo
passing by.
A rhythm,
a rhyme,
a moment
caught in time.
A moon,
a star,
a glimpse
of who you are.
©Charles Ghigna
Perfect, Charles.
DeleteBut then you knew that, didn't you?
I love the thought that poetry can help you understand yourself better.
What a great ending.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
I always wondered if coyotes ate bunnies the way we humans do on Easter: ears first! Here's my take on poetry...something I posted today on my blog:
ReplyDelete"A Poem"
A poem has a heartbeat,
A poem has a touch;
One minute it may let you go
Or hold you in its clutch.
A poem’s breath is subtle,
Each tooth a tapered knife.
It laughs and cries
with open eyes;
In short, a poem’s…life!
- © 2011 Matt Forrest Esenwine
Matt,
DeleteThank you for sharing your poem. This is lovely.
Yup, coyotes, or at least this one ate the whole thing, starting with the head. They must have some digestive system to handle all the bones and fur.
Love your poem, Joy!!! And how generous are you to giveaway such a bright cheerful t-shirt?! Thank you for all you give the world. xo
ReplyDeleteIrene,
DeleteThank you for your progressive poem too. I'm really enjoying how your poem is shaping up. Isn't everyone playing together nicely?
Thanks for hosting the roundup this week too.
Dear Joy,
ReplyDeletePoetry is a smile on my heart.
Poetry creates a work of art.
Poetry balances my nerves with care.
Poetry is love filling the air.
I hope I win the T-Shirt.
You make my life sparkle.
Celebrate you
Never Give Up
Joan Y. Edwards