April is National Poetry Month. Being a poetry lover, I can’t let April slip by without celebrating. Last April I participated in an A to Z Poetry Challenge, and ended the month with 26 new poems. That was reason to celebrate!
This year, I am concentrating my efforts on creating a children’s poetry resource page on my blog. Teacher’s are always needing more time to research fun and effective ways to help students learn. I hope my page will save them some time as I collect links to some of my favorite sites that offer children’s poetry, and ideas for poetry lessons. I have the page in the “draft” stage and hope to share it soon.
I will stay tuned HERE at No Water River, as Renee LaTulippe hosts these poets,complete with poetry videos.
George Ella Lyon
Heidi Bee Roemer
David L. Harrison
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
Lee Bennett Hopkins
Jama at Jama’s Alphabet Soup has a list of 2013 Kidlitosphere Poetry Month Events HERE. I will be checking in with as many of those events as time allows.
Besides working on my poetry resource page, I am participating in the 2013 Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem. How does it work? Beginning April 1, a poem will travel daily from blog to blog, with each host adding a line. I will be adding my line April 18th. The schedule is posted in my right sidebar. I participated last year, also. It was so exciting to see what wonderful line was added each day.
This is last year’s poem. I added Line 7.
Advice for a Dark Day (Kidlitosphere Progressive Poem 2012)
If you are reading this,
you must be hungry.
Kick off your silver slippers,
come sit with us a spell.
A hanky, here, now dry your tears
and fill your glass with wine.
Now, pour. The parchment has secrets,
smells of a Moroccan market spill-out.
You have come to the right place, just breathe in.
Honey, mint, cinnamon, sorrow. Now, breathe out
last week’s dreams. Take a wish from the jar.
Inside, deep inside, is the answer…
Unfold it, and let us riddle it together,
…Strains of a waltz. How do frozen fingers play?
How do fennel, ginger, saffron blend in the tagine?
Like broken strangers bound by time, they sisterdance…
their veils of sorrow encircle, embrace.
Feed your heart with waltzes and spices.
Feed your soul with wine and dreams.
Humble dust of coriander scents your feet, coaxing
seascapes, crystal sighs and moonshine from your melody.
Beware of dangers along the path of truth
and beware, my friend, of too much bewaring–
strong hands cushion you, sweet scents surround you—now leap
without looking, guided by trust. And when you land
on silver-tipped toes, buoyed by joy– you’ll know
you are amazing, you are love, you are poetry—
here, you rest.
Muse. Up ahead, stepping stones speckle the stream, sturdy now.
May your words roar against the banks, your life a flood of dreams.