Stuck Inside: National Poetry Month 29 of 30
The slide
the swings
the rings
all wait.
The rain
pours from the gray sky
not planning
to stop.
We watch
from the windows
stuck inside
again.
Wishing
it would stop
so we could
join them.
© Cathy L. Mere 2014
I'm writing poetry for 30 days. For the first seven days of the challenge I wrote about "objects of memory," then "objects I just can't live without" and "school objects." For the next seven days I will be writing about objects that can be found on the playground. This will help me to prepare for a little poetry writing with students. Our class will be taking poetry around the building in the days to come.
the swings
the rings
all wait.
The rain
pours from the gray sky
not planning
to stop.
We watch
from the windows
stuck inside
again.
Wishing
it would stop
so we could
join them.
© Cathy L. Mere 2014
I'm writing poetry for 30 days. For the first seven days of the challenge I wrote about "objects of memory," then "objects I just can't live without" and "school objects." For the next seven days I will be writing about objects that can be found on the playground. This will help me to prepare for a little poetry writing with students. Our class will be taking poetry around the building in the days to come.
April is National Poetry Month. Again this year, inspired by Mary Lee Hahn, I'm joining other poetry bloggers (view links in sidebar) taking the challenge to share poetry each day during the month of April. For thirty days my hope is to write a new poem each day. The first two years I took this challenge I wrote any poem that found me. This year, however, I've decided to try to write a poem about an object each day. If you've read Billy Collins' poem, The Lanyard, you may have noticed the way he took an object to tell a much more meaningful story of his relationship with his mother. My hope is to find the deeper significance in the things around me.
We just got the cold again, very little rain. Sorry for all the stormy mess. Your poem shows sadness, children peeking out the windows...
ReplyDeleteOh inside recess... Your favorite thing...
ReplyDeleteThis poem makes playground equipment sound like big friendly patient friends. The truth for sure.
ReplyDeleteLove it. Going to share it with my students!
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