Showing posts with label Poetry Tag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry Tag. Show all posts
Friday, January 16, 2015
pick up an object: spoon poem
I liked
Amy's idea and Hope's spoon
so much last Friday
that it carried me
like a weebling egg
to this:
Scoop
scoop of my heart
in a crude wooden spoon
scoop of my heart
soured and soon
there will be nothing left
no sweetness or cream
bowl will be empty
empty will dream
of scoops of white foam
spoonfuls of fizz
filling my heartbowl
where yearning is
HM 2015
all rights reserved
Go live at Live Your Poem today with Irene and the rest of the Poetry Friday crowd. How I miss you all between Fridays!
Friday, December 2, 2011
give e-poetry this season!
Folks, there could not be an easier, cooler stocking-stuffer for your iGeneration kids than p*tag, the downloadable poetry anthology for Kindle, Nook or iPad. For a mere $2.99, you can send a collection of fresh, original poems for readers 12 and older straight to their digital devices!
In addition to p*tag for teens, there's Poetry Tag Time, perfect for your elementary teacher friends, and Gift Tag (pictured here), which features poems about presents. All can be enjoyed on iPhones, Kindles, Nooks, computers and interactive whiteboards.
For a taste of p*tag, here's my piece "The Wishing Tree," introduced this way:
People (adults, mostly) say that “money doesn’t grow on trees, you know,” like it’s no work at all to produce a crop of juicy peaches or shiny acorns. Other people (little kids, mostly) think that lots of things grow on trees, like corks and popcorn. This photo came with the title “Wishing,” so it was easy to embrace the intriguing idea that wishes grow on trees. Does that mean there’s a Come-True Tree somewhere?
A Wishing Tree
on every star
every puff of birthday breath
every penny down the well
you wish for the same thing
on every four-leaf clover
every loose eyelash
every turkey’s furcula
you wish for the same thing
(can’t tell us, can you?
if you do it won’t come true)
you wish it every day
until one day you’re walking along,
secretly wishing on random things:
cloud shaped like a duck
three green punch-buggies in a row
your own lucky-left blue shoe
and you find—who knew?—a wishing tree
hung with white wishes as light as popcorn:
“I wish I could fly”
“I wish for a slumber party with a rock star”
and of course
“I wish to have three more wishes”
reaching deeper between the leaves
you find riper, heavier wishes:
“I wish my dog was still alive”
“I wish I had stuck up for myself”
and then—no way!—
“My wish is the same as yours”
this one you pluck, fold in half and
tuck into your right shoe,
waltzing away on the soles
of twin wishes
Heidi Mordhorst 2011
from p*tag, compiled and edited by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong
To give p*tag as an online gift, go to Poetry Tag Time. Click on the "Give as a Gift" button at the Amazon listings for our books, follow the prompts, and a book will be ready to download instantly on a Kindle or iPad. Be a poetry elf!
In addition to p*tag for teens, there's Poetry Tag Time, perfect for your elementary teacher friends, and Gift Tag (pictured here), which features poems about presents. All can be enjoyed on iPhones, Kindles, Nooks, computers and interactive whiteboards.
For a taste of p*tag, here's my piece "The Wishing Tree," introduced this way:
People (adults, mostly) say that “money doesn’t grow on trees, you know,” like it’s no work at all to produce a crop of juicy peaches or shiny acorns. Other people (little kids, mostly) think that lots of things grow on trees, like corks and popcorn. This photo came with the title “Wishing,” so it was easy to embrace the intriguing idea that wishes grow on trees. Does that mean there’s a Come-True Tree somewhere?
A Wishing Tree
on every star
every puff of birthday breath
every penny down the well
you wish for the same thing
on every four-leaf clover
every loose eyelash
every turkey’s furcula
you wish for the same thing
(can’t tell us, can you?
if you do it won’t come true)
you wish it every day
until one day you’re walking along,
secretly wishing on random things:
cloud shaped like a duck
three green punch-buggies in a row
your own lucky-left blue shoe
and you find—who knew?—a wishing tree
hung with white wishes as light as popcorn:
“I wish I could fly”
“I wish for a slumber party with a rock star”
and of course
“I wish to have three more wishes”
reaching deeper between the leaves
you find riper, heavier wishes:
“I wish my dog was still alive”
“I wish I had stuck up for myself”
and then—no way!—
“My wish is the same as yours”
this one you pluck, fold in half and
tuck into your right shoe,
waltzing away on the soles
of twin wishes
Heidi Mordhorst 2011
from p*tag, compiled and edited by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong
To give p*tag as an online gift, go to Poetry Tag Time. Click on the "Give as a Gift" button at the Amazon listings for our books, follow the prompts, and a book will be ready to download instantly on a Kindle or iPad. Be a poetry elf!
Friday, April 1, 2011
the fuellest month

I had a few poems in mind for today's post but now I have a better idea, if you'll join me in some April Fuellishness: a poetry game. I'll start, and as your comment you'll add a line to the poem. It's MiniPoetryTag!
It might work best if you cut and paste previous lines into the comment box before adding your line. My job will be to come back this afternoon and wrap the whole thing up, wherever it may have taken us. Ready? (And don't forget to visit Amy at the Poem Farm for all the rest of Poetry Friday.) Here goes....
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Fresh starts, forward thrust--
[to you!]
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