Poetry corner to combat Monday moodiness
Like a child
Adventure awaits
Beckoning with a beam
Courage to do
Daring to dream
Enjoying the day
Fearing nothing at all
Glad to be here
Heeding the call
I stand at the ready
Jumping at a chance
(Kite-like in the air)
Leaping into dance
Most of the day
Noontime and night
Opens up to the willing
Perchance to take flight
Quivering with energy
Roiling and ready
Summoning the will
Tighten up, hold steady
Up to the treasure
Vivacity hath
Where does it lie?
X marks the path
Yearning to play
Zealous, facing the day
OK. Poetry slam is over. Did you make it this far into my post?
I picked a writing prompt from a list of ideas. Guess what the idea was that prompted me to write this? No peeking at other's guesses!
Have a wonder-filled day!
Edited to add: Hayley and Matt are memorizing poems for Grandma Olsen. Hayley has already memorized one called "Abou Ben Adhem" at Grandma's request. It's a beautiful poem and one that makes Grandma a little teary because her father knew it and she recited it to him when he was on his deathbed (I think that was her story about it). Matt is now memorizing it. Hayley is on to "Jabberwocky," one of my favorites.
Adventure awaits
Beckoning with a beam
Courage to do
Daring to dream
Enjoying the day
Fearing nothing at all
Glad to be here
Heeding the call
I stand at the ready
Jumping at a chance
(Kite-like in the air)
Leaping into dance
Most of the day
Noontime and night
Opens up to the willing
Perchance to take flight
Quivering with energy
Roiling and ready
Summoning the will
Tighten up, hold steady
Up to the treasure
Vivacity hath
Where does it lie?
X marks the path
Yearning to play
Zealous, facing the day
OK. Poetry slam is over. Did you make it this far into my post?
I picked a writing prompt from a list of ideas. Guess what the idea was that prompted me to write this? No peeking at other's guesses!
Have a wonder-filled day!
Edited to add: Hayley and Matt are memorizing poems for Grandma Olsen. Hayley has already memorized one called "Abou Ben Adhem" at Grandma's request. It's a beautiful poem and one that makes Grandma a little teary because her father knew it and she recited it to him when he was on his deathbed (I think that was her story about it). Matt is now memorizing it. Hayley is on to "Jabberwocky," one of my favorites.
Comments
There was an old man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket
His daugther, named Nan
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
Pa followed the pair to Pawtucket,
The man, the girl, and the bucket.
Pa said to the man,
"You may have Nan."
But as for the bucket, Pawtucket.
One of the few poems I've memorized.
And Froggy, I don't approach the day like that either.