(ad)ventures in poetry
poems, stories or books for children
You know what?
It’s the last day of school.
We can lie in the sun by the pool.
Cool!
Have you heard?
We are going away
To the beach with its sand and its spray.
Hooray!
Did they tell you?
It’s the last day of summer.
Bummer.
My younger two daughters start school this week. They’re looking forward to seeing friends. To doing homework? Not so much. Peace to your ♥!
I enjoy not only reading children’s poetry but writing it as well. :) Happy day to you, and peace to your ♥!
Double Dear You Dear, dear Albert, bet you can’t Eat an ant. Gosh, I didn’t think you would. Was it good? © Stephanie Malley NaPoWriMo20 Day 5 - I didn't use the given prompt but did write this poem today.
The (ad)venture begins. Actually it began a half-dozen years ago, when I churned out one poem after another over a two-week period. This was unusual.
I had written poems before: a parody of “The Raven” with a gym teacher nag, nag, nagging a student to get up for school; short verses for birthday cards; a group of five poems about trees (lyrical, narrative, apostrophe, and two other approaches I can’t recall). This was different.
I felt as though I was channeling the spirit of some tragically departed poet who needed to “get it all out” before resting in peace. It was a heady, harrowing time, and at the end of it I had a binder of poems that gave me great pleasure when I reread them. And reread them. And…. They were my babies, you know. I had a mother’s love for them.
While the outpouring of poetry didn’t last, the habit of putting my poems into binders did. I’ll be drawing from four binders’ worth in my posts as well as sharing newly-written poems. Nothing obscurely deep. Nothing overly serious. Lots of lighter verse and poems for the young and young at heart. Maybe a few will become a bit like family to you.
Peace to your ♥!
Family Tree
I’ve always been a bit amazed
how one poem begets another.
I work on one and think I’m done,
then—whoops! here comes its brother.
Uncles, aunts, and in-laws,
First and second cousins,
I started off with just one poem—
Now I’ve written dozens!
Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised
by this genealogy:
My poems have always felt a bit
like family to me.
© Stephanie Malley
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