This month, I’m tagging along with Christie, Margaret, Jone, Mary Lee, and other writers to play with poetry for National Poetry Writing Month. I’ll be creating poems using haikubes, metaphor dice, magnet poetry, paint chips and anything else that catches my fancy.
Today, my stack of paint chips met Naomi Shihab Nye’s wonderful poem, “A Valentine for Ernest Mann,” and Georgia Heard’s wonderful quickwrite assignment from Awakening the Heart: Exploring Poetry in Elementary and Middle School. Paint chip color names are in bold.
poetry hides in places you expect:
in the soft bronze glow of the cypress grass
in the sunbeam of a blue bird morning
in the eucalyptus tree by the calming green waters
in the night skyscraper silhouetted against eternal moonrise
look closely at the ruby petals of the hibiscus bloom
at the sunlit meadow of prairie grass and prairie sage
poems aren’t hard to find
look closer for the poem hidden in the chance of showers and the drizzle
in the tabby cat gray of warm flannel
in the brown button on Dante’s cardigan
in the speckled eggs, on the sandy feet,
in the burning afterglow of a cathedral morning