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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.
Showing posts with label dust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dust. Show all posts

Monday, December 1, 2014

MASAI


In Africa


where the sun shines hot


and dust blows


across the plains.


Masai warriors


herd their cows


hoping for


summer rains.


     In the countries south of the equator it is summertime.  The Christmas preparations in these countries are very different from countries in the northern hemisphere.  What things do you do to get ready for Christmas?  Have fun writing a poem today about anything.  


copyright 2014, Joy Acey
 



Monday, May 12, 2014

haiku

purple blossoms dance
in the hot, dry desert winds
more and more dust blows

     I don't know why, but it seems like the desert winds have been blowing for the last month.  Yesterday when I was out there was so much dust in the air I couldn't see the Santa Catalina Mountains in the distance.  Think about dust for a moment.  What does it mean in your life?  Is it the motes that float on sunbeams?  Is it a magic for faeries?  Or is it just the plain old dust that leaves dirt on table tops?  You guessed it, today's poetry prompt is to write a poem about dust.  Have fun writing.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Breezy Nights

The wind blows fast
then slows,
stirring dust
as it goes.
Tall grass leans over,
gently bows.
The bright full moon
softly glows.
The wind chime sings
ting-a-ling,
ting-a-ling.


     Our March day is definitely being lion-ish.  The dust is really flying!  This poem is about the night, a nocturnal poem.  Can you try writing your own poem about the night?  Perhaps you'd like to try personification in your poem.  That is when you address or treat the night, like a real person.  For example,

Wind, why do you blow
so hard and then let go?
Why do you stir the dust?
Do you feel you must?
Or is it just
you want to sing
and hear the wind chime
ting-a-ling?

     Keep warm and have a great Friday writing your poem.  Please share your poem with me in the comments below.