Sunday, September 21, 2014

My feet are floating
off the ground.
It's an exceptional day.
I am flying all around.
Tinkerbell has come to play.


   What makes an exceptional day for you?  Can you write a poem about your exceptional day?  Have fun. 

FULL MOON

Full moon tonight,
shining big and white.
Look at it, perfectly round
making shadows on the ground.

    It is your turn.  Can you write a moon poem today? 

haiku

fierce wind gusts and roars 
citrus blossoms fall from trees--
broken promises

wildflowers rolling 
bending toward the ground
waiting for calm

pink mallow flowers
dancing by the picket fence
thankful for the rain

    As you can see, I've been playing with haiku again.  Here are three.  Which one do you like best?  It really is a great day to be inside writing.  I hope your writing is going well.  Happy Sunday.

Carl the Clown

Carl the Clown
wanders through town
carrying his ladder around.
He uses his ladder
to climb from the ground.
UP, UP, to the top he bounds.

Once he is there,
he wobbles and wiggles.
His tummy turns over
it bobbles and jiggles.

             Carl leans left.

                                        Carl leans right.

He could be at the top
leaning all night.

      Except, 
Carl the clown
knows how to climb down
and take his ladder home.



     Thanks to my sister Clo Ann, who said "Ladder," when I told her I didn't know what I was going to write about for today.  Then she sweetly asked, "Does that grab you?"
     I told her it actually did because I couldn't remember a poem with ladder, except for Horton the Elephant who had a ladder to prop up Maizie's tree with her nest.
    So, here is the poem I came up with for LADDER.  Don't ask me where Carl the Clown came from.  I don't know, he was just there when I needed him.  Have you ever seen the circus act with a clown that balances on a ladder?  Can you write your own circus poem today?  Have a fun Saturday. 
   Hopefully, I'll have some really good news to share with you tomorrow.