Suppose the floor had just been born
on a cold and dusky morn.
He finds the dirt you try to hide
perhaps it hurts the young floor's pride.
With many things to learn and do,
would the new floor walk over you?
If then you open up his doors
you'll find out what the floor abhors.
This is just a bit of silliness. What do you think the floor would tell you if you had a conversation? What would your bed say? The trash can? The refrigerator? Take an object and write a poem about it today.
I know when I was in second grade and I tried to cut my own bangs on the day before school pictures, the silver scissors I held in my left hand were screaming, "Stop, stop!" That's why my bangs ended up uneven.
I used a mentor poem to write my poem, written by my birthday poet Theodore Roethke. His is titled The Ceiling.
Children's poems can start you wondering.
I like your nonsense, Joy! It's turn-things-upside-down-and-look-at-them-fresh.
ReplyDeleteFresh is always good. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, Tabatha. And thanks for organizing the Summer Poetry Sway for 2015. It is making this a marvelous poetry filled summer. I appreciate you.
DeleteHa, Joy, I just spent some time cleaning my floor, so I hope it's happier than it was. It is fun to imagine what all those things might say. Looking at POV is always fun.
ReplyDeleteOf course your floor is very happy, especially if you used one of those pleasant pine scented cleaners ;-).
DeleteJoy,
ReplyDeleteFun! You know those bulges in some floors? Wonder if they could be caused from people sweeping dirt in cracks or maybe the floor lifting up to try to clean itself. Hmmm.... My refrigerator would probably ask me if I can read. Sometimes I put vegetables in the meat bin. :)
Bulgy floors, my heavens! Does the floor need a diet of something other than dirt? Do floors like when ice cream gets dropped?
DeleteJoy,
DeleteIf I were a floor I would love a drip of ice cream.
We just had a floor born last week! So your poem speaks to me as I run around sweeping up dust and grit that didn't used to bother me at all. Maybe the floor is saying, "Keep me new without scratches and mars!" Or I could listen harder and imagine it saying, "I'm so glad I'm here. I don't want to be a bother. Just let me be a part of the family."
ReplyDeleteI like the dialogue of your new floor. Of course it wants to be a part of the family. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. I appreciate your reading my poem.
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