Snow in April (Cinquain)
Graupel—
Bouncing pellets—
Is it snow, hail, sleet, or
Spilled styrofoam filler beads?
Spring ice
NaPoWriMo – Day 7
Spine Poetry (“written” at the public library)
NaPoWriMo – Day 6
Encapsulated Embryos,
Mostly made of water molecules
And protein—
The recipe for life.
Done up, brown,
Dressed in Protoporphyrin—
Stylish, soulful specimens individually;
Captivating and charming collectively.
Varying in size and shade,
Parallel in nutrition and wealth
Six of one,
Or half a dozen of the other.
Disciples, with baskets of copper yolk
Standing at attention.
Microscosmic
Fruit of
Gallus.
NaPoWriMo Day 5 (back on track)
(Re)spect
I was making a spectacle,
Dread detectable.
I had to step back,
Wipe my eyes and mind,
To see what I could find,
Align my spine—
Find out if I even have one left.
I found myself cyclical,
Continually cynical,
Questioning you,
And avoiding the reciprocal.
In retrospect, I must confess,
That while inspecting
the speck near you
I was ignoring the plank,
Driven like a stake,
Through my own vision.
I need time for introspection,
To review what is written,
Change my mission.
No need to defend
my position
because,
When I look back,
and look again
(Re)connecting—
(Re)specting—
I can see
That I need
To adjust my view
(And maybe my thinking),
Though I’ve no inkling
How to begin.
NaPoWriMo Day 4 (on the 5th day)
With All Due Respect
Any aspect of respectable
That can be found feasible
From your spectrum,
Your perspective,
Can’t undo the reprehensible—
Even if it was not intentional.
Pardon me for being skeptical—
My questions unacceptable—
But I’m trying to find a way
To get back on the pedestal.
So, I’ll pay my respect,
But why does it have to be
So costly?
NaPoWriMo – Day 3
Usually I try a variety of poetry styles during National Poetry Writing Month, so I feel kind of bad that I have two blackout poems in a row. I couldn’t help it. They are such fun. Moreover, I have made everyone near and dear to me read Fish in a Tree by Lynda Mullaly Hunt. Letting such a beautiful book evoke a poem was inevitable.
NaPoWriMo – Day 2
#BlackoutPoem #NaPoWriMo
National Poetry Writing Month
This was written on April 1, 2016
Ode to Kwame Alexander (aka Lemme ShakeYour Hand, Sir)
Oh, Kwame—
With your wonder words—
Laying lines of rhyme,
Preying on prepositions in their prime:
Outside the cage,
‘Round with rage
With, or without, wage,
Down
the
page.
Within the winsome,
Surrounding the sweetness,
Hanging with the hope.
Throw me a challenge.
Amuse me with your musing.
Confuse me until I see.
Wind me up with wondering.
Word to your words.
Paper Things (Read Along)
Before you read, let it be known that we were inspired in two ways. First of all, we were inspired by the book Paper Things by Jennifer Richard Jacobson. It is an incredible book!
Our second inspiration came from Brian Wilhorn @HelpReaders, who put together a similar visual guide for the book Wonder by R.J. Palacio. We decided to compose our own version for Paper Things, which is another must-read.
Thank you to Michael, Bella, Trey, Emma, Jezlyn, Shae, and Rowan for doing the research and the hard work to put this together.
Chapters 6 through 10
Chapters 11 through 15
Chapters 16 through 20
The Complete History of Why I Hate Her
by Jennifer Richard Jacobson
A Poetic Book Review (Senyru)
Only Nola knows
How alone she feels at home,
Shadowed by illness.
Her younger sister, Song,
Steals most of the spotlight as
She battles cancer.
For escape, a break,
Nola works at a resort
In Rocky Cove, Maine.
When she meets Carly,
Everything seems too perfect—
An instant best friend.
Carly starts clinging—
Flattery, compliment, or
Extreme destruction?
When Song visits them,
Carly creates some danger—
Cliff-hanging danger.
The Read-e-ologist 