Here's a fun poem to try!
According to NationalToday.com, April 12 is National Grilled Cheese Day!
Think of a day that has special meaning to you, then search the site and discover what else is celebrated on that day.
Or work in reverse: Think of a hobby, interest, or item and search the site to see if there is a holiday for it!
If you can't find a day celebrating your love for juggling or skid loaders (I couldn't find either on the site, but via a Google search, I found that World Juggling Day was celebrated on June 20 last year.), designate your own day for your own desired celebration and write about that!
I chose to write about July 12. Read my poem and see if you can figure out the "National Days" associated with that date and then the reason I chose to write about it. (You can check the day here.)
July 12
It’s simple
as it should be
on National Simplicity Day:
Eat your jello
and pecan pie.
A good day for both.
Give Orangemen Day
a shudder,
since his mother
is from Belfast,
(though I’m loathe
to celebrate fires
of religious hate)
Wink at heterochromia;
pet a husky.
But keep it simple:
absorb the goodness of the sun
inhale the hydrangea
sing a verse of
lullaby.
My heart pumps little
puffs of joy
to know that
12,796 km
as the crow flies
safe in New Zealand
William Wolf Hoegh
turns one.
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William Wolf on the day of his birth, July 12, 2020 |
Happy writing!
AB
March 2
ReplyDeleteIt's easy
It's simple
And you should do it
Like some people do on National Read Across America Day
Maybe grab a snack
or a drink
To go with that good book
Find a place that you like
A quiet place or your room
Open your book
And just read away
Oh, Parker! You KNOW why I love this poem! Thank you for pointing out the simplicity. I love how the last line implies how reading TAKES us away!
DeleteSeptember 19; National Gymnastics Day
ReplyDeleteThe sport I do everyday,
what keeps me excited all day long.
It makes the wonderful memories that fill my head,
and introduces us to the forever friends we call teammates.
It tests your strength, flexibility,
and even mental toughness.
That is why I love it.
So next September 19
try a handstand or the splits.
Enjoy it!
But you can never enjoy it as much as me.
Your final line made me GRIN! Did you know this day was National Gymnastics Day, or did you look it up for this poem?
DeleteSo do you think I can try a handstand next 9/19? :-/
June 29th
ReplyDeleteMy birthday
It is also
National Camera Day
Cameras have
Come along way
Newspapers
Makes big
Contribution to
Camera usage
There are the big
And the small
Frozen in time
And expressions stay
But the problem
Is what's behind
Because in one photo
It cannot show the rest
Unrest
The different emotions
Boiling over until
They spill
And make a collage
Of tears
Of sadness
They remind us
Of the past
And the once was
Because cameras
Don’t ever lie.
Right?
Oh my, Danté. This poem got to me. This part was especially powerful as you turned the same word on its head:
Deleteone photo
...cannot show the rest
UNREST
I hear in your poem a statement about rage and unrest in the news, and sadness. This poem made me feel, think, and pay attention.
(Not the prompt but it's a poem I wanted to write-)
ReplyDeleteOh woe be it to my heart to be filled with such venom,
But how could it have resisted the fangs of her?
And despite my large barricades and constant affirmation of security,
She eroded all those walls and began to burn.
Why must the beautiful rose have such thorns,
The gorgeous robin holding a Medusa's gaze.
Did the banshee and siren always sound so similar?
Did banishment somehow become a form of praise?
And I know that my thoughts simply run a mock,
To mistake a lion for a house cat.
Yet all I hear is a simple cheesy phrase,
And I feel as though my knees were hit by a baseball bat.
What I would have traded for a simple minute or two,
Surrendering the entire night for a second,
For the mesmerizing beauty of quick sand.
And I know my soul eternally reckons.
Now the days drive by and memories are made,
But all fall dim in compare.
Why must an angler fish's light be so bright,
Why do the stars burn one so fair?
And I know it all as a foolish game,
For my mind simply yearns to play tricks on me.
Yet I cannot help but be cruel to myself and allow the strings to pull me along.
As I drown in the false atmospheric sea.
I'm always glad when students write "the poem that needs to be written."
DeleteTwo of my favorite lines:
"Did the banshee and siren always sound so similar?
Did banishment somehow become a form of praise?"
Hey, is this poem about your CAT? Help!
April 10th
ReplyDeleteTheir fluffy tails
Wagging as warm arms
Wrap around them
Embracing in a hug
They pant sounds of happiness
Their pink tongues
Rolling over
Their drooling jaws
Sinking your head
Into their fluffy fur
As their black eyes
Sparkle with joy
As you kneel your
Knees into the floor
Right next to their
Little bean pad paws
April 10th seem like any other day
But its actually National Hug your Dog Day
So be sure to hold them tight
And give them a hug for this special night
Addie, This line shocked me in a delightful way: "Little bean pad paws"
ReplyDeleteI like seeing how you're playing with form (quatrains, a bit of rhyme).
These were also very satisfying in their imagery: "They pant sounds of happiness
Their pink tongues
Rolling over
Their drooling jaws"