Fran Haley is guiding our writing on this final day of the June Open Write over at Ethical ELA. She challenges us to the syllables in our verses today. I had a few grandchildren sleepover last night so of course my words reflect their early morning antics.
Little boys waken Not used to the chirps Run to the window To check out the view Swan, duck and catbird An octopus too All before the six On a summers morn
I find great joy in writing and so when today’s Open Write inspiration came up I couldn’t help but choose a joyful topic – grandchildren. To add a bit of extra fun to our writing, our host Fran Haley, suggested we try examining our feelings / topic through the use of anagrams. I had fun using the anagram generator to guide the writing of this draft poem and while it makes little sense, the process was delightfully fun – just like my babies!
Drenching lard (Kissing chunky cheeks) Rich lend gland (Even spit up smells sweet) Darn herd cling (Reaching up to take your hand) Gild ranch nerd (Golden moments just snuggling together) Darling drench (Oh those drooling kisses) Children grand (I wouldn’t want it any other way!)
Today is day three of Open Write Time at Ethical ELA. I have enjoyed writing poems with the help and inspiration of Allison Berryhill. Today’s prompt is a twist on word-association. These are the words I listed quickly to start the process: birds, chirp, sound, presence, birthday, cake
The birds Chirp outside my Window The melodic sound helps make It’s presence Known Like a birthday cake Announcing a party
It’s day two of the June Open Write over at Ethical ELA. Today Allison inspires us to talk a scavenger hunt around your yard and write a poem inspired by the walk or by what was found. I had some special guests at 6am that inspired my poem.
Scavenger Hunt? I Think Not
Take a walk around my yard to find some hidden treasures? I dare not tred upon the grass after a gaggle of geese - twenty-two to be exact - stopped by at six and shared some packages of love. I think it wise to stay away and scavenge treasures elsewhere.
I am picking up my poetry pen as I join in the monthly Open Write session with the writing community at Ethical ELA. Today Allison Berryhill inspires us with the poem “Things You Can Do with an Orange” (by Ally Visser, first published in Lyrical Iowa 2017). So now it’s my turn to write a Things I Can Do poem…After spinning the wheel of words I was lucky to get the noun star. A star is born in the form of a poem below. (Pun intended)
Things You Can Do with a Star
You can make a wish upon it - especially if it’s the first one you see
Or watch it shoot across the sky leaving its tail flash so brilliantly
You can sunbath in the light of the biggest one - sun
Or aim your goals high and reach for one
You can watch it twinkle up above the world so high
Or dance with one on TV in hopes you’ll win a prize
You can catch a falling one saving in your pocket for a rainy day
Or you can fly to the moon with Frank and among them you can play
And when you’re ready…
You can sit back and consider they’re holes in the sky where our loved ones peer down gleaming and glistening so bright letting us know they are around
I had a dream about you this morning - after wondering just yesterday why my dreams were void of you
We were in a library in New York City - I’ve never been there but this is what I recall…
sitting close together in an office swivel chair
So close I felt your heartbeat - do people in heaven have beating hearts?
So close I could smell your deodorant - do people need deodorant in heaven?
A woman sat nearby With a folder open and on display She was making a case for your your dismissal from the job For making copies for me while on the job Samples were provided that put me in the spotlight No copies of blueprints or contracts that would have been the norm for you Rather pictures of storybook characters like Elephant and Piggy And even Mercy Watson
Her anger was palpable And her parting words were “I’ll show the boss”
I looked at you and once again you returned your gaze with loving eyes that signaled me to stop worrying I heard your favorite phrase It’s useless anxiety As my eyes opened to the reality of you gone Yet a peacefulness remained As the sun streamed in across your empty pillow