Tuesday, March 3, 2015

forward...stretCH!

This is Day 2 of our Forward...MarCH CHallenge.  By the end of MarCH I will have written 20 new poems for CHildren, and you will have added who knows how many more! 

Our word today is "stretCH" and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect for faithfully offering a Monday Poetry StretCH most weeks to all who would partake.  CHeck it out --we're having scallops this week!

A Poem for When Things Get a Little Too Serious

Stretch up and tickle the ceiling--
Its giggle is giddy and sweet.

Bend down and tickle the floor--
Its chuckle is muddy and loud.

Reach out and tickle the walls--
They snort and whoop and howl

Reach in and tickle yourself--
Giggle and chuckle and snort and whoop
Until you're tickled out!

HM 2015
all rights reserved
And now for a really good laugh...



StretCH yourself today and leave your "stretch" poem in the comments or send it by email!  I'd love to add yours to the MarCH CHallenge board (and remember, there's a prize for the StretCHiest MarCHer!).

First to join in today is Charles Waters, who ought to go out sans Dan now and then!

MAUREEN
I stretch my neck to be seen by Maureen
So she’ll notice me at last.
Got a fresh haircut, new contact lenses,
Worn out clothes are in the past.
She catches my eye, smiles, gives me a wave
I wave back fast as I can
Until she busts out laughing with her friends
She waved to my best friend Dan.

(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.

Diane offers this tiny number--is it her stretch?  or her cat's?

6:45 alarm
a very un-lady-like
stretch

Donna surprises with this one about letting your insides show through writing.  I love the title.

Little-By-Inch

I wrote for myself
And some to the sky;
I wrote as if no one should
Hear me walk by.
Little by inch,
My thoughts opened wider
Till someone exclaimed,
“We can see what's inside her!”
No one was laughing,
They didn’t leave,
Everyone stayed there;
I heard myself heave
a sigh of relief,
And then I wrote more
and started a stretch
that opened a door -
A door that will only
close at the end when -
my “Once upon” time
with flourish of pen
concludes with “happily”,
“ever” and “after”
And signs off "Sincerely,
Word-happy Crafter".

Donna Smith

And from Mary Lee, a big question about little, faraway things:

PERSPECTIVE

Orion's arms and legs and sword
stretch clear across the sky.

Yet if I hold my thumb to him
he seems to be that high.

Why?


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015  

Joy joins in with a hint of spring:

johnny-jump-ups stretch
smiling faces toward the wind
jumping up and down.   

 Thanks to all  for playing! 



5 comments:

  1. 6:45 alarm
    a very un-lady-like
    stretch


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  2. Little-By-Inch

    I wrote for myself
    And some to the sky;
    I wrote as if no one should
    Hear me walk by.
    Little by inch,
    My thoughts opened wider
    Till someone exclaimed,
    “We can see what's inside her!”
    No one was laughing,
    They didn’t leave,
    Everyone stayed there;
    I heard myself heave
    a sigh of relief,
    And then I wrote more
    and started a stretch
    that opened a door -
    A door that will only
    close at the end when -
    my “Once upon” time
    with flourish of pen
    concludes with “happily”,
    “ever” and “after”
    And signs off "Sincerely,
    Word-happy Crafter".

    Donna Smith
    mainelywrite.blogspot.com

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  3. I thought I'd sent this, but you have Captcha on and I think I forgot to click "Publish" after the "I'm not a robot" box. I do that often!
    So here is my Stretch poem...with inCH, and the smooth flouriSH!

    Stretch Little-By-Inch

    I wrote for myself
    And some to the sky;
    I wrote as if no one should
    Hear me walk by.
    Little by inch,
    My thoughts opened wider
    Till someone exclaimed,
    “We can see what's inside her!”
    No one was laughing,
    They didn’t leave,
    Everyone stayed there;
    I heard myself heave
    a sigh of relief,
    and then I wrote more
    and started a stretch
    that opened a door -
    a door that will only
    close at the end when -
    my “Once upon” time
    with flourish of pen
    concludes with “happily”,
    “ever” and “after”
    and signs off "Sincerely,
    Word-happy Crafter".

    Donna JT Smith

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  4. Mine is here: http://www.maryleehahn.com/2015/03/perspective.html

    and here:

    PERSPECTIVE

    Orion's arms and legs and sword
    stretch clear across the sky.

    Yet if I hold my thumb to him
    he seems to be that high.

    Why?


    ©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015

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  5. Here is another haiku and another spring flower:

    johnny-jump-ups stretch
    smiling faces toward the wind
    jumping up and down.

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