Poetry Blossoms

For two Saturdays in May, four families and I gathered to read, write, and play with poems.

Dawn's classroom was full of light, bird songs, and amazing writers. I laughed with my whole self and was moved many, many times. The time went too quickly! Thank you, Poetry Blossom writers.

Dawn reads her "I Remember" poem. Isabella reads her Poetry Blocks.

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Big Questions

Can rain turn into lemonheads and bedrooms?

Can we jump off the roofs without hurting ourselves?

Can I run 20 miles without tripping on a walnut?

Can a clock move without moving?

How do sopranos sound like birds?

Why do fishing pools fall?

by Poetry Blossoms Writers

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Sophia with Poetry Blocks, and Sophia writing. (Hey! -- somehow April and Garry escaped my camera lens.)

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To Grandma

I am the sky

and you are the clouds

that make rain

I am the bed

and you are the pillow

that warms me

I am a “tweet”

and you are the radio

with ginormous speakers that break

my eardrums out

I am candy

and you are the mouth

that eats me

by Poetry Blossoms Writers

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Nick, and Nick and Beth, choosing nouns, verbs and adverbs for their Poetry Blocks. (The blocks are courtesy of my brother, Jack, who cut them from wood that was salvaged from a door jamb in an older home.)

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One Poetry Blossoms Exquisite Corpse

I am a bat
who flies in the night
on a police helicopter
A policeman searches
the ground with the lights
that were as bright as
sunflowers in August
Wow
Hot diggity dog
you brigthen me

by Poetry Blossoms Writers

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Lilian thinks; Nia writes.