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Pansy profusion,
Petals plug perimeter,
Pollen producers 😦
Alliterative Haiku
poetry
Day 29: Spine Poetry
Yesterday, Ramona shared a few writing quotes. My favorite one is, “Catch emerging words and begin to guide them into form, or not.” Susan Branch.
Here are some emerging words guided into the form of a spine poem. Thanks, Ramona!
The secret project
in the best interest of students,
59 reasons to write
a river of words,
wondrous words.
Write like this.
Write beside them,
writing toward home.
I received several new professional books last week. As I contemplated which one I would read first, I had an inkling of a spine poem tickling my brain. I added a few titles that were already on my shelf to create the above poem.
Getting teachers inspired to teach writing is a secret project that love to tackle. Often times many are resistant, but eventually they come around and end up say, “This is my favorite thing to teach.” or “Writing is my class’s favorite subject.” Then I smile because I knew it would happen.
Day 26: Have You Ever Seen . . .
Have you ever seen . . .
A gathering of exotic blooms?
Sepals, petals, stigma, anther,
Oh my!
Linear lines, polka dotted?
Bundled bouquet, solitary singleton?
Frilly edges, sleek form?
Have you ever seen . . .
Furry flowers?
Alphabet branches?
Have you ever seen . . .
A palm frond wall?
A living variegated carpet?
I have.
I have seen it all.
I have seen it all at the Missouri Botanical Gardens.
Day 24: I Have an Itch
Reach, scratch
Can’t reach
This itch is driving me crazy!
Don’t scratch,
Once you start
You can’t stop
This itch is driving me crazy!
What will reach that itch?
Arms don’t bend
Or reach
Far enough
This itch is driving me crazy!
Oh yeah,
That’s the tool!
Ahhhh!
Scratching bliss!
The telescoping back scratching tool was found at Kohls after Christmas for a very low price. So far, it has done its job.
Day 2, Outside My Window
I contemplate the world
outside my window
through wooden, white blinds.
Sometimes,
while working
at my desk,
the world passes by,
unnoticed.
Sometimes,
I catch a glimpse of
cars, delivery trucks, and buses.
Sometimes,
walkers extend
their walk
by turning onto my cul-de-sac.
Sometimes,
neighbors gather
and chat.
Most of the time,
there’s not much to see
unless
you stop to notice
a breeze disturbing tree limbs,
birds tending to the business of survival,
shadows creeping
along the sidewalk
as the hours pass.
I watch the world
outside my window
through wooden, white blinds.
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Frosted by Fog
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A bit of phoetry today. I am entranced by the fog that freezes on plants for a short period of time.
Fog moved in while temperatures dropped.
Some leaves were frosted by the fog.
Some leaves were outlined in white.
Crisscrossed lines of webs were revealed.
Sugar-frosted berries on the burning bush.
Frozen Blue Atlas Cedar needles created a flocked flower.
No time left to linger, I must journey on through my day. Until the next time Mother Nature paints the world white with fog.
Decision Day
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It’s decision day!
The sun shirking its job, slept in.
Gray skies, misty drizzle
A breath of coolness
Greeted bare arms.
News media reported
Long lines wrapped around the building.
Not so, in my polling place.
Twenty minutes later,
Decision recorded
I walked back out into the gray day,
But lighter in heart.
My civic responsibility completed.
