By Maureen lynas
Say hi to more funEverse poets
I'm so lucky to be working with these people. They're funny, they're talented, and they care deeply about kids and want to make them laugh.
And where else would I have discussions on whether it's appropriate to have a character trapped in a sumo wrestler's bum crack! (That was not one of my poems!)
Introducing:
Rebecca Colby
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I blame Dr. Seuss for my love of rhyme.
When I was six years old, I checked ‘The Lorax’ out of the library and became
lost in its magical, sing-song rhyme. I loved it! Not wanting to give it back,
I promptly hid it under my bed, hoping my mother wouldn’t find it. She didn’t.
Not for months anyway, by which time she must have paid for it several times
over in library fines.
I also blame Robert Frost, although the
story there isn’t half as interesting. He wrote poems I could relate to—poems
that brought the rural environment of my childhood in New Hampshire
It has taken me years to learn how to rhyme
well—and some might argue that I still haven’t achieved that ability. One of my
attempts follows:
ON RHYMING
I love to write in rhyming text,
although sometimes I get perplexed
when my iambic metered lines
all end in slant, imperfect rhymes.
And counting syllables to excess
can cause unnecessary stress,
so sometimes I don’t worry about rhyme or
meter at all and I just go with the flow!
©Rebecca Colby 2012
Lesley Moss
Why poetry? Why not?
I like playing with words. I had early publication success with a poem
about a cat and a rat, and would like to repeat the experience.
about a cat and a rat, and would like to repeat the experience.
For me, a poem is words condensed, like a tin of milk. Distilled, like rose water. Intense as vanilla extract .. you see where I’m going with
this ..
EATING MY WORDS
Pick summer words from the Poet Tree,
some for you and some for me,
ripe and juicy, shrivelled and thin,
cut right through to the essence within.
Words with vinegar, words with butter,
words to make a cold heart flutter,
pickled, dried or baked in pies -
each word explodes with fresh surprise.
Words to whet the appetite,
words with zest and words with bite.
Pick summer words from the Poet Tree:
store for winter’s memory.
EATING MY WORDS
Pick summer words from the Poet Tree,
some for you and some for me,
ripe and juicy, shrivelled and thin,
cut right through to the essence within.
Words with vinegar, words with butter,
words to make a cold heart flutter,
pickled, dried or baked in pies -
each word explodes with fresh surprise.
Words to whet the appetite,
words with zest and words with bite.
Pick summer words from the Poet Tree:
store for winter’s memory.
©Lesley Moss 2012
Alex Craggs
Why do I write in verse?
Words can be bland
They need to stand
UP
Stand out
Take a chance
Run about
Run free
Be fast
Or slow
But dance
Hang loose
Choose to shake words
Make words
rattle and roll them
Let them have fun
Try it
Take one
Give it time
Find another
Bang!
Rhyme
©Alex Craggs 2012
I am so lucky to be working with these talented people... and there's more
Tomorrow I introduce
Georgina Kirk
And
Mo O'Hara
