Every time I begin writing this post, the sick computer fates decide to erase the clever things I have to say, so forget that. Here's what my partner, son, and I are carrying folded up in our little pockets today. You do the rest.
Note: All three poems are taken from Poem in Your Pocket for Young Poets published by the Academy of American Poets, Inc. A nifty little book with perforated pages. Our pocket poems have come from this book for the last four years.
N's poem:
by Laura Elizabeth Richards
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
K's poem:
MAYBE TOMATOES
by Connie J. Green
by Connie J. Green
if the vines mature
if the caterpillars don’t get them
if we water, sucker, feed
if we pick and preserve
maybe, tomatoes
thin, sliced on sandwiches
chunked into salads
peeled and whole
juiced and sauced
stewed
pickled
stuffed
chunked into salads
peeled and whole
juiced and sauced
stewed
pickled
stuffed
My poem:
NO DEPOSIT
by Earle Thompson
by Earle Thompson
Sometimes
you feel
like
a
bottle
sitting
by itself;
no
return,
just
empty;
ready
to
be
thrown away.
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Hi Lesley my name is Sara Jane Gorman. Your poem about a bottle filling and emptying explains a lot of things about life the same as a mobile and laptop charging up and running low again.
ReplyDeleteI've got disabilities and health problems. I have been writing poetry since 1997 but I have been writing my website since 2007 with my poems on there sararevealed.blogspot.com/