Suppose the floor had just been born
on a cold and dusky morn.
He finds the dirt you try to hide
perhaps it hurts the young floor's pride.
With many things to learn and do,
would the new floor walk over you?
If then you open up his doors
you'll find out what the floor abhors.
This is just a bit of silliness. What do you think the floor would tell you if you had a conversation? What would your bed say? The trash can? The refrigerator? Take an object and write a poem about it today.
I know when I was in second grade and I tried to cut my own bangs on the day before school pictures, the silver scissors I held in my left hand were screaming, "Stop, stop!" That's why my bangs ended up uneven.
I used a mentor poem to write my poem, written by my birthday poet Theodore Roethke. His is titled The Ceiling.
Children's poems can start you wondering.