I'm smack in the middle of my first-ever travel residency AND my laptop spectacularly crashed and burned halfway through yesterday, so I have to skip some of the recommended rambling freewrite and go for the InstaDraftTM...
Who's a Boss?
(dedicated to the 5th graders of Williamsport ES)
You are choosing words that make
the poem sound good to our ears
and feel good in our mouths.
I see you over there whispering your words to yourself,
before you write them down, as you write them down,
after you write them down. I hear you testing, trying,
timid or torrential; your rhymes are raggedy, your similes
leave us smiling; your fifth-grade flavor is farm-fresh &
and feel good in our mouths.
I see you over there whispering your words to yourself,
before you write them down, as you write them down,
after you write them down. I hear you testing, trying,
timid or torrential; your rhymes are raggedy, your similes
leave us smiling; your fifth-grade flavor is farm-fresh &
aura-matic! and nothing tastes happier to my weary ears
than you reading your poem
out loud in the middle of a
random Thursday afternoon.
Thanks to LPS for hosting us today with a little anticipatory Flurrying, Floating and Flying!
Finally--do speak up if you'll be at NCTE! I'm moderating a panel on nonfiction poetry with Marilyn Singer, Carole Weatherford, Carol Hinz and our own Margaret Simon. I wouldn't want to miss hanging out with any of you!
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