We've been taking a Bravewriter Poetry class this last month--mostly Bug and I, but the other two kids have also sat in on a couple lessons and written a couple poems.
This is Bug's first online class and it has been a great experience, which I'm hoping makes him more openminded about doing these in the future. I've loved the extra support and the chance to change things up a little and delve into a subject more deeply than I probably would on my own.
(Peanut's shape poem:
The cake
is cooking
in the oven
The tea is on the
stove. The water is
rushing faster and
faster in the fridge.
You are cutting the carrots,
celery and pineapple.
I get my friends that were
helping me cook and have a big feast
with them.)
(And his acrostic:
Tiny pinecones falling off
Really tall
Every animal can live there
Excellent trunks
Something falls down.
Bean's shape poem: Where the tent travels
A new world of nature
Cool mountain rivers chill your feet.
Ocean wind blows into your lungs giving you life.
The redwood trees hide secrets waiting to be discovered.
The busy modern world is left behind.
Only the earth's true form exists now.
The rocks call for you to climb them.
The rugged path whispers your name.
The sky shows you its' stars for you to lay back and stare at the endless sky of fireflies.
The world is a canvas you are just beginning to travel across,
painting pictures of the sights and sounds as you go.
You lie at night in your tent, allowing the woodland crickets to sing you a lullaby.
(And my shape poem--seriously so much fun to actually do this class with them. Bug and I did every assignment together, which was probably one of his favorite parts. I wasn't trying to squeeze in dishes or other work while he wrote, but actually sat next to him, often taking longer than he did to get my words down. It was really fun for us both.)
Free
What would it be
To take to the skies
Free from the weight
Of everyday concerns
Where the people that fill every part of my short-sighted vision
Fade away
And the views become grandiose
Clear for miles
Full of sweeping vistas
Mountains, Oceans, Deserts
Through the wispy clouds
Rising further, until everything becomes clear
And it's impossible to remember why
Something so trivial
Filled so much space
When there is nothing but space
And I am