Monday, April 11, 2011
April 11th, 2011 - I
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sunday Scribblings - April 10th, 2011
The prompt this week for Sunday Scribblings: befuddled.
A classroom of poems
Like a school siren sounding at nine
Pen and paper signal poem writing time
The poems wait at my mind's door
I ask them in, to sit on the floor
A couple do so straight away
Others giggle, still wanting to play
The middle few mingle, lean on each other
They clambour in efforts to be together
Complaints arise - others being mean
One tries to hide, desperate not to be seen
I ask them to quiet and find their own space
One demands some attention, to tie up a shoelace
'Enough' I announce 'sit quietly down'
A request that is met with more than one frown
I ask them to speak just one at a time
They believe that to mingle will be just fine
One sits alone, not wanting to speak
But the message inside is far from meek
Another keeps yelling and bouncing around
Will need to quiet so the message can be found
All of this leaves me feeling rather befuddled
My thoughts sometimes growing more and more muddled
Yet all of my poems are rather like children
Each with something important to say if I listen
A classroom of poems
Like a school siren sounding at nine
Pen and paper signal poem writing time
The poems wait at my mind's door
I ask them in, to sit on the floor
A couple do so straight away
Others giggle, still wanting to play
The middle few mingle, lean on each other
They clambour in efforts to be together
Complaints arise - others being mean
One tries to hide, desperate not to be seen
I ask them to quiet and find their own space
One demands some attention, to tie up a shoelace
'Enough' I announce 'sit quietly down'
A request that is met with more than one frown
I ask them to speak just one at a time
They believe that to mingle will be just fine
One sits alone, not wanting to speak
But the message inside is far from meek
Another keeps yelling and bouncing around
Will need to quiet so the message can be found
All of this leaves me feeling rather befuddled
My thoughts sometimes growing more and more muddled
Yet all of my poems are rather like children
Each with something important to say if I listen
Saturday, April 9, 2011
April 9th, 2011 - H
Six Word Saturday - April 9th, 2011
Growing zucchinis - easier than I thought
I have had a good supply of zucchinis lately from my garden, particularly from one plant. I feel like quite a seasoned gardener sometimes. I am growing a variety of things in the garden and going to check how they are going and give them some water has become a daily routine. It's a little hard to believe that less than a year ago I wasn't growing anything in the garden. I started gardening last May at around the same time I started blogging. Both have brought a lot of joy.
Growing zucchinis was rather easy. Basically just put the seeds in the soil and water. They have received worm juice from the worm farm which I'm sure has helped them to grow. The only thing I will do different next time is plant them further apart. I didn't realise the plants grew so big!
Here's a photo of my latest pickings:
Friday, April 8, 2011
April 7th, 2011 - F and April 8th, 2011 - G
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Toddler, adamant
After reading Fibonacci poems by others a little while ago I was inspired to give this form a go. Here's my attempt with this week's Three Word Wednesday words: adamant, peculiar, fabricate.
toddler, adamant
one
small
toddler
adamant
knowing what he wants
stomping his feet, raising his voice
quickly collecting a mass of peculiar stares
and a mother much frustrated
trying so hard to
fabricate
a mood
of
calm
April 6th, 2011 - E
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
April 5th, 2011 - D
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday Scribblings - April 3rd 2011
The prompt for Sunday Scribblings this week: messenger.
A tale of two small girls
Parents and other adults are very important messengers in life. What messages do you send to your children and/or other people's children? What messages do you want to send?
A few years ago I was at the art gallery with my daughters, participating in an art activity. My children were happy cutting and pasting and I took a little time to watch two small girls there with their families. I can't remember now the exact task but it involved drawing shells on paper and then cutting and pasting tissue paper on to the drawings.
One girl was cutting tissue paper and gluing it with the support of her parents. What a fabulous creation she made. Her little face was beaming with pride. Her work of art did not look at all like the examples provided but she was visibly happy with what she had done.
The second girl came with lots of ideas which seemed ready to burst on to the paper. As her mum urged her to think first I could see her losing interest. She was obviously starting to worry about doing it right. She drew a spiral on the paper. Then the mum urged her to do the next one bigger so it would be easier to cut the tissue paper. The girl started looking away. Not interested any more, she was worrying about getting it right. Her initial enthusiasm was gone. She left with a work of art very similar to the example provided. I don't think she liked it very much.
I wonder how those two girls are a few years on. I wonder what other messages they have been sent by the adults in their lives.
I hope I send the messages that being creative is a good thing, that it is good to try out your own ideas and it is okay to make mistakes. Messages I remind myself of daily.
A tale of two small girls
Parents and other adults are very important messengers in life. What messages do you send to your children and/or other people's children? What messages do you want to send?
A few years ago I was at the art gallery with my daughters, participating in an art activity. My children were happy cutting and pasting and I took a little time to watch two small girls there with their families. I can't remember now the exact task but it involved drawing shells on paper and then cutting and pasting tissue paper on to the drawings.
One girl was cutting tissue paper and gluing it with the support of her parents. What a fabulous creation she made. Her little face was beaming with pride. Her work of art did not look at all like the examples provided but she was visibly happy with what she had done.
The second girl came with lots of ideas which seemed ready to burst on to the paper. As her mum urged her to think first I could see her losing interest. She was obviously starting to worry about doing it right. She drew a spiral on the paper. Then the mum urged her to do the next one bigger so it would be easier to cut the tissue paper. The girl started looking away. Not interested any more, she was worrying about getting it right. Her initial enthusiasm was gone. She left with a work of art very similar to the example provided. I don't think she liked it very much.
I wonder how those two girls are a few years on. I wonder what other messages they have been sent by the adults in their lives.
I hope I send the messages that being creative is a good thing, that it is good to try out your own ideas and it is okay to make mistakes. Messages I remind myself of daily.
April 4th, 2011 - C
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