Poetry

[crazychicknlady]

I remember in middle school being forced to fill up a journal with poetry. I remember trying to toss said journal into the garbage can at the end of the last day of school that year. The hurt look in my teachers eyes made me pull it out again, and it got lost somewhere amongst my many possessions from childhood.

Yesterday, after a chance remark by a friend of mine, my girls excitedly asked about poetry. I explained a little about Limericks, Free Verse and Haiku (I've always liked Haiku, short sweet and clearly understandable rules).

H and S took turns the whole way home composing poetry (interspersed with C wanting to tell made up riddles). H did mostly Haiku, and S did mostly Free Verse. When I first started making my own examples of Haiku, the car was filled with cries of, "Can I make one!"

I should have written them down. If they make any more I will. I expect they will not be in a hurry to toss their poems into the garbage can at the end of the year.

Comments

[catnip13.livejournal.com]

Kaia has been picking out poetry books for reading aloud recently. We read all of "Where the Sidewalk Ends," and we're working on a book called "Talking like the Rain."

[crazychicknlady.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love Shel Silverstein. Thanks for the reminder, I used to read "Where the Sidewalk Ends" and "A Light in the Attic" to the girls all the time, but it's been a while.

[rocketsong.blogspot.com (from livejournal.com)]

I have it on good authority that writing down lyrics and driving at the same time does not pass the "obituary test". I believe that poetry would also qualify under this standard.