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Helen Frost has challenged us to write an ode poem this month, following these instructions:
Choose an object (a seashell, a hairbrush, a bird nest, a rolling pin). It should not be anything symbolic (such as a doll, a wedding ring, or a flag). Write five lines about the object, using a different sense in each line (sight, sound, touch, taste, smell). Then ask the object a question, listen for its answer, and write the question, the answer, or both.Click HERE to read her sample poem, "Ode to a River."
Post your poem on our March 2017 padlet. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration tomorrow, Friday, March 31st, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her latest novel-in-poems from Farrar, Straus, and Giroux/Macmillan:
I'm not sure you wrote this for Amy Krouse Rosenthal, but that is who I am thinking of. Her yellow umbrella spread kindness and joy.
ReplyDeleteSo many days spent folded...now, I lean into the breeze. Her legacy teaches us to lean into the breeze, enjoy each moment. Thanks!
Oh my goodness, Margaret. I hadn't made that connection, but it certainly does work as a tribute to her!
DeleteBeautiful, Irene.....so much emotion packed into one ode for one object. I lean into every breeze. wow.
ReplyDelete"Already your sunshine-scent has faded/and my backyard sky has lost its lemon flavor"... sigh. Such a sad and beautiful poem, Irene. What else is there to do but lean?
ReplyDeleteI thought of Amy KR, too when I saw the yellow. It's a bittersweet poem but also a celebration of what's come before: "nevermore will I hear your gentle rainsong" shares what you've loved. Beautiful, Irene.
ReplyDeleteYes, I too thought of Amy KR and her yellow umbrella. Gorgeous ode, Irene--and certainly identify with the regret of spending days safely folded. I can picture you leaning into the wind!
ReplyDeleteOooo, I LOVE this, Irene!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely tribute to your dear broken umbrella! This umbrella was packed with personality of all kinds. Wonderful, Irene.
ReplyDeleteHello dear Irene and dear Michelle,
ReplyDeleteSo much depends upon an umbrella.
Or, not.
LOVE this.