Mop and Broom

There are many things
to do with a mop and broom
perhaps to clean the room
with a zoom, zoom, zoom.

We can pretend they are horses
and we'll take them for a ride.
Or the broom can be a groom
and the mop will be a bride.

We can hop upon them swiftly
as into the stars we soar.
And we can pretend we're riding
on the backs of dinosaurs.

So won't you come play with me
and with my broom and mop?
We can jump and dance and twirl
and never, never stop. 

   Have you ever played with a mop or a broom?  What did you do?  My son would use the broom for his guitar when he was young.  Or sometimes the handle would be a conductor's baton.  Use you imagination and write a poem about a mop or broom, or even a rake today.  Have fun.

  An imagination is a wonderful gift.  Use yours.

I'm still running to catch up

More rainbows.
More smiles.
More flowers.
More laughter.
More Aloha.
Kauai.


     Can you imagine the picture I wanted to draw to go with this poem?  Think of a brilliant rainbow arcing the blue, blue sky over the ocean.  Then place a breaching whale inside the arc.  Would seeing that make you smile and say, thank you?  When I'm in Kauai, I still take lots of walks.  I even take short hikes.  On my walks I learn lots of things and I often meet interesting people.  Walking over a bridge I saw several strings hanging down over the bridge. I wondered what that was.  A man, standing at the side of the bridge lowered another string.  He was crab fishing.  He had eight lines he fished.  On the end of the string was a mesh basket he'd put bait into.  When the crab climbed into the basket to get the bait, the top would close and catch the crab.  As I was talking to the fisherman trying to learn more, he paused for a moment and then told me the story of how he held the record for catching the second largest crab in Hawaii.  He showed me the spot on the bridge where he caught the crab.  It was on Dec. 23, 2013.  Now he is trying to break the record again  before the New Year.  I think he said his crab was almost 7 pounds.  The current record is at 13 pounds.  That's one HUGE crab.
     Another morning, I was drinking coffee at McDonald's.  A family on vacation sat at the next table and I got to listen to their conversation.  They were talking about all the places they had visited on this trip.  They went to New York.  The boy said his favorite thing there was when they went to Broadway and to the Statue of Liberty.  The went to Washington and the boy liked the Lincoln Memorial.  Every where they went the boy had a good memory of the place.  It got me to thinking about all the places we visit.  Where have you been recently?  It doesn't have to be exotic.  It could be your own home town, your school, the library, the grocery store, even Grandma's counts.  Now can you take one of the locations and write your own poem?  Make this fun.  I'm already thinking about a poem about my drug store.  WOW!  There are a lot of fun things in that store. Have fun writing your poem.

RIDING MY IMAGINATION

My bus
is a chariot,
a magical sleigh,
a big yellow banana,
to lift me away.

I'm a goldfinch flying.
It's really too cool.
My imagination soaring
as I land at school.

    I had a great day yesterday, I got to play with my art supplies to draw this silly bus.  It was fun.  This poem uses several metaphors.  Can you find them?  I had a simile in this poem when I began--the second stanza I started "Like a goldfinch flying,"  but in my editing process I changed the line and put another metaphor in the poem.
      How do you get to school?  What do you think about on your way to school?  Can you write a poem about that today?  I hope you don't have to go to school on Saturday and can have time to write.  Have a great weekend.  

Childhood Sunday

I'm sitting here
down by the stream
watching the water
glitter and gleam

while my imagination
dances and tipples
along with the water's
flowing ripples.

Somewhere a faerie
flutters her wings.
Somewhere an imp
chortles and sings.

Sunday is such
a delightful day
to wile away hours
dreaming away.

    I went to another garden store this week and they had more of the faerie gardens.  If you were to design your own little garden for the wee folk, what would you put in it?  Can you write a poem about your garden today?

ADVICE

I have a simple suggestion
To put a smile on your face,
Use your imagination .
The world is an amazing place.


Can you write a poem today about your imagination?