WRITING SPACE

I have a writing space,
my own special place,
my desk, my pen
ready to begin
my own sacred, creative space.

    The word "sacred" in this poem is important to me.  For me, this means-- holy. b : entitled to reverence and respect (taken from Webster's) and it means I should honor my writing process and the space I use to write.
    Do you have a special place?  Somewhere where you like to go to work out problems or get ideas?  For your poetry challenge today, can you write a poem about your space?  What makes this space your own?  What does it look like?  What is special about this space?  Have fun writing.

Ars Poetica

Many doors,
many handles
How would you like
to enter this poem?
Shall you tiptoe
into the darkness
or skip flittingly
into streaming sunshine?
Which bird would you like
to be?
To lift yourself 
over the wooden sill
out through the window
into the world?

   I haven't been feeling terribly creative lately.  So, I've been mining my journals for things I've written and haven't done anything with in the past. This poem is something I wrote in 2006 in response to a lecture given by Jim Clark on the ghazal.  I also have a note, "I am so very excited.  I got to hear a young girl read one of my poems to her mother and giggle.  It was wonderful to hear her laughter....One should celebrate laughter and this is a wonderful first."
   Your poetry prompt for today is to write a poem about a "first" for you.  Enjoy your writing.
   Thank you for reading my poems.

CREATIVITY

Turtle woman watches
space upon space
providing room
for her stories.
Like the garden she tends
her words grow.
A profusion of peonies blooms.


   Who is Turtle Woman?  What does she look like?  What story does she have to tell you?  Is there a Wolf Man?  Can you write a poem about his story?  Have fun writing.  

CREATION

Words
flow
dance
twirl
jumpleapfly
like learning 
bird talk
or the steps
of a Latvian folk dance
like a volcano
erupting
on fire 
it feels wonderful
powerful
like being
a Greek Goddess
one of the muses
from my brain
hopefully
to live
in your heart

     Today's poem is a great stretch for me.  I don't usually write free verse poems for children, but this is what wanted to come from my pen and I'm going to respect that.  I'm doing some experimenting with this poem.  My own form of CREATION.   Does the "jumpleapfly" work all together like an airplane taking off from a runway?  I know this poem is a little hard to read because of the lack of punctuation, but I did that intentionally because I wanted to take advantage of the enjambment and I wanted to slow the reader down to enjoy each word created and perhaps to create their own meaning in the spaces between the words.
     Your challenge today is to create your own poem.  Take any word you like and have fun playing with it.  Do you feel like an acrostic or a haiku?  Perhaps rhymed couplets or the common verse of quatrains.  What ever you try have fun with your own creation.

    The Friday Poetry Roundup is being hosted today by Tabatha Yeatts on her blog The Opposite of Indifference.  Thanks, Tabatha for hosting the party.
Click on the link to find many other great children's poetry posts today.

Flying rhyme

Sitting in the airport

wondering what to do.

Think I'll just dash a line

and send it off to you.

    Hey, you know some days it takes a little longer to be creative.  I'll go do something to feed the well and hopefully tomorrow will bring a better poem.  But, the important thing is to write something everyday, right?  What can you do today to feed your creative well?  What ever it is, I hope you have fun.  If you've got a great idea, please share it.

Dream Thrower

I want to be a dream thrower,

like a baseball pitcher,

tossing good dreams to you.

Let me bring the genies,

and the fairies.

I want to be a dream thrower.

Let me sail a magic carpet 

for you to climb upon.

Then we can speed away

on  a wild ride.

I want to be a dream thrower.

Let me call upon the flying dragon,

the hot air balloon,

the pixie dust--

so we can soar 

through the sky.

I want to be a dream thrower,

so I can make tea for you

and invite the King and Queen.  

Let me bring my paint box

and we'll paint everything

in vibrant hues.  

And if I am a dream thrower,

I'm sure you will see

this world is

an exciting place to be;
all we have to do
is use our creativity.  


       I hope this poem got your imagination stirring.  If you were a dream thrower, what dreams would you create?  Please write a poem about your dream.