KISSING FROGS

copyright 2015, Joy Acey

I am one happy frog.
I like sitting in my bog,
eating bugs and flies
as I watch the days go by.

However, I confess
my life would be a mess
if I were made to kiss
the lips of a princess.

 Do you know the fairy tale about the Princess and the Frog?  What would happen if all the frogs were getting kissed by little girls who wanted to find a prince? What is your favorite fairy tale?  Can you take a fairy tale, turn it on it's ear and then write a poem about it?  Have fun being wild and crazy.  Happy writing.

I cannot get out of my head a fairy-tale of olden times.--Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)



The Poetry Friday Round Up is hosted this week by Heidi Mordhorst on her blog My Juicy Little Universe.  Thanks, Heidi.  She has a delicious poem about going back to school titled, No Not Yet, with lots of fun word play.  Check out her poem and lots of other fun poetry on her blog.

PECK

A quick
small kiss
touching lips
to forehead,
eyebrow,
earlobe,
nose,
chin,
or neck.
Smoochies.


      This is another in a group of small poems to share with the 0-2 year old group.  Poems to encourage parents and babies to play.  
      Your poetry challenge for today is to write your own poem that includes a kiss.  Have fun writing and thinking about all the kisses in your life.

ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS

clouds
kiss
tries to
smoke
and the
the sky
reaches
upwards
spirals
twirls
twines
fire
camp-
from the
smoke

   Which way does smoke travel, up or down?  So read this spine poem from the bottom up.  I'm still working on this one, trying to make it into a reverso, a poem that reads from either direction.   Can you try writing your own poem about a campfire today, or roasting marshmallows?  Have fun writing.

SOON, SPRING

   This is for all my friends east of the Rockies, who got hit with more snow last week.

SOON SPRING

Walking the gravel drive
to get the morning paper,
it's the first time
I haven't needed a jacket.

I hear the birds trilling, tweet.
Robin, jay, mocker, chickadee.
The high pitched tea tweet tee
of a Carolina wren.

Then the cardinal's song.
Even the low pitched curdle
of a common crow
makes me smile.

I look up in the bare trees
searching for signs of the birds.
Somehow the trees seem taller.
I see small tight fists

Of nubs growing on the branches
like prayers, soon to be released into the air.
I breathe deeply to smell.
My mouth waters for the taste of it.

It feels good to be here on the lip
of spring.  The kiss of it.
It feels good to just be.
This promise--soon.

     The weatherman is predicting 91 degree weather in Tucson for Thursday and Friday.  Everyone is getting out their shorts.  Your challenge today is to write a poem about the weather where you live.  Have fun.