April - Poetry Month - Day Fifteen - Onomatopoeia

 

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am planning to use this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

O is for onomatopoeia is explained HERE! If you struggle with its spelling, you can learn it easily by singing the tune to Old MacDonald! Try it!

Free Stock photos by Vecteezy

April - Poetry Month - Day Fourteen - Narrative PLUS Poetry Friday

 

I am continuing with my Poetry Month challenges and Jone Rush MacCulloch is our host for Poetry Friday HERE with a big challenge for everyone this day, to share a poem in a "Classic Found Poetry Palooza". Be sure to check it out! Thanks, Jone, for hosting!  

         Remember to check out what's happening with the next Progressive Poem line today by Janice Scully. See the entire list on the right.

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am using this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

      Today - N is for Narrative, a poem that offers some kind of story. I kind of cheated today because it is my older granddaughter, Ingrid's fourteenth birthday. A few years ago I wrote a book of what I called "goodbye" poems of different years for all my family. This is one I wrote about Ingrid, but imagined in her mother's (my daughter's) voice. 

For Ingrid’s Mama, Sarah

 

Toddling into two-

on your way to three,

I find I miss your

halting steps,

holding my hand

only to step

off the curb.

 

Now you begin

learning no and then why

and I do it-

startling

pronouncements

of separation.

 

Your eyes prowl

for the next adventure,

now.

Wow, you are growing,

your baby steps going

into a run-and-jump song.

If this could be slowed

I would linger a while

keeping your baby smile

only for me.

 

               Linda Baie ©

Happy Fourteenth Birthday, Ingrid!

April - Poetry Month - Day Thirteen - Metaphor

 

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am planning to use this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

       A metaphor brings together varied comparisons one might never imagine. Have you ever thought of an artichoke like this? 

April - Poetry Month - Day Twelve - Limerick

 

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am planning to use this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

       Limericks are not so easy but finally, I came up with a topic and it's spring, the temperature is 85, setting records. Many colors will soon begin to appear!

April - Poetry Month - Day Eleven - Kyrielle

 

       Happy Poetry Month, where poems parade in the streets, run like rivers within our veins or settle in our hearts every.single,time. 

       I am planning to use this older book pictured left that follows the alphabet with one kind of prompt each day. I used this book on occasion in the classroom years ago, but never worked through it day by day, with deliberation! Here goes!

       You can discover the expectations of this form, a kyrielle, here, if you wish. This picture is mine, on a favorite beach years ago.

               Time Warp

 

Would you, could you come with me?

We’ll watch and wander by the sea.

We’ll hold the shells washed up on sand.

We’ll jump the waves. I’ll hold your hand.

 

We’ll follow birds with our own dance,

laughing at their zig-zag prance.

We’ll close our eyes. It will be grand.

We’ll jump the waves. I’ll hold your hand.

 

We’ll feel the beat of waves and waves

upon our feet. We’ll be most brave.

Imagine this, our special strand.

We’ll jump the waves. I’ll hold your hand.

 

And when the sun dips low adieu,

I’ll travel home with you, with you.

Our memories will stay on land,

keep jumping waves and holding hands.

 

                        Linda Baie ©