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.

Sunday, July 5, 2015


Slow Sunday
heavy with purple clouds
mountain tops covered in mist.

Reading a book
on how I can cook
a poem clutched in my fist.

Not moving fast
today I go slow
I'm writing a poem 
about this day I know.

   Writing books advise to write what you know.  I say write what you don't know, so you can discover something new about yourself.


  1. Does it take a long time to cook a poem clutched in your fist? Do you have to be quiet and move slowly? Tell us more.

    1. Oh, I'm glad you caught that one, Linda. Well done. I was having fun with that line. It actually takes a lot of time to cook a poem properly until well done. (I actually started with a coma after cook, but I liked what happened when I removed it.) Poetry is like that.