This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.

Friday, April 12, 2013


Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. --Christopher Fry 

It is finding the truth, no need to lie. 
 It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.

 It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
 It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail. 

 It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill. 
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill. 

 It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
 It's reading a haiku and feeling each word. 

It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy. 
 It's fairies in the garden having a tea party. 

It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
 It's the feel of two soft puppy ears. 

 It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
 It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine. 

 It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn. 

Each day during April, I will add a line to this poem. If you'd like to suggest lines, please leave your suggestions in the comments below.

 Next Thursday is Poem in Your Pocket Day, April 18, 2013. Last week I shared with you how I've been making poetry pockets for some of my friends. Janet Wong, editor of THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY has created pockets with poems from the anthology. My poem, Keys , is one of the four. Also included are Petting Zoo by Laura Purdie Salas, Bluejay Sings Two Different Songs by Mary Lee Hahn, and Sack Lunch by Charles Waters.
And in the mail yesterday came a lovely surprise I wanted to share with you, Tabatha Yeatts sent me a FIB to carry in my pocket.

A Fibonacci Poem for Joy

 by Tabatha Yeatts

 Into your
Pocket for those days
 When your secret self needs a friend.

Thank you, Tabatha for letting me share your poem.

 The Friday Poetry roundup is hosted this week by Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.


  1. Great post today! I'm enjoying your progressive poem. This line is so unexpected (in a good way), It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.

    1. Thank you for hosting today. Yup, I was trying for a sound line and wanted something different than all the nature I usually do. this was my idea of a boy line.

  2. I like all the lines, Joy, but especially that on with 'giggling and laughing'. This is going very beautifully.

    1. Hey Linda,
      Thanks for commenting. Did you survive your busy day? Funny thing for me is I keep thinking "this one" is my favorite line and then I turn around and another good line pops into my brain. But then if I didn't like my lines, I'd be in trouble. I'm having a lot of fun with this poem.

  3. I just received my pocket, Joy - thank you! Guess what I found in your wonderful poem: a found poem!


    Is finding seeds
    in the garden,
    silver trumpets
    and bright sun
    in cold winter.

    Have a great weekend!

    1. Well done, Matt. You know what they say, you find oil in my backyard, it is still my oil well. LOL Thank you for sharing your found poem with us.
      I hope you have a good weekend too.

  4. A suggestion -
    "It's the cries of spring when the earth's reborn"
    Just a thought.

    atoz challenge

    1. Donna,
      I really tried to work something out with "reborn" but it threw the meter off with the single syllable morn before it. So I ended up with another visual image of crows in the corn. Hope that is OK. But, you never know if the reborn keeps kicking around in the back of my brain, it may pop out before the end of the month.
      I still greatly appreciate your suggestion. Remember, nothing is ever lost in poetry.

  5. Your poem continues to inspire and surprise! Excellent images throughout. =)

    1. Thank you, Bridget for seeing that I was working toward images. Most of the lines would be fairly fun to illustrate.

  6. Oh, Donna, I like the idea of "reborn." I was heading toward-- watching baby birds being born. Thank you for the suggestion.


  7. Wonderful pocket poems, Joy, and your progressive poem just keeps getting more and more beautiful! Thank you!

    1. Becky,
      Thank you. I was talking to my sister this morning and telling her how I see this poem used in a classroom and she said I should explain this to the readers of my blog. So keep your eyes open and I'll tell you how this poem can be turned into a unique classroom book before the end of the month. I think it can be a lot of fun. I just wish I had a group of 25-30 fourth or fifth graders to play with.