Scared Crapless….Help!

So I’m going in to my daughter’s school tomorrow to speak / do a presentation on poetry to the First Grade (AAaaaah!) classes.

I thought I would share some of my favorite nonsense poems from a book I loved as a kid, “A Great Big Ugly Man Came Up and Tied His Horse to Me”, and talk a little bit about rhyme and possibly rhythm in English poetry.  I would love it if any of you beautiful people have any experiences/ideas to share.

The school is a French language-immersion program, so I could also talk about French vs. English poetry forms (syllables vs. stressed) but I think that may be too much for first graders.

Any Ideas?

(I’m not really as scared as I may sound….I think.)

 

 

Magpie Art 1/30/13

Ripples…reflections…shadows…

FYI…if you missed this earlier post…she’s seven…

Making

I am making myself write, at this moment.

I am making myself right, at this moment.

I am making my self, right at this moment.







[thank you mark, for getting me to pull this one out of the archives]
[...a fragment of a piece that is trying to make itself...] 
[...the rite way wround...]

Phriday Phaiga 1/25/13

Have a Phenomenal Phriday!

Ripple 1/22/13

this apparent uniqueness
one of those unfortunate falsities
that will sit there for a possible eternity
waiting to be disproved

even twins
do not share
actual molecules
and I do not need to see
every twin that ever was
under a microscope in order
to know this is true

their alike-ness an illusion
of convenience for
our ignorant eyes

they can not rectify
the appearance of difference
with
the sameness of actuality
of two different skins
that share parts
of the same deep soul





[the small stone that started this little ripple]

Rock

I am walking the dying dog,
hearing “I’ll Fly Away”
from an open apartment window
and watching an empty rocking-chair
rock on an empty porch.