Thursday, May 08, 2014
Poetry Friday -- Oldies and a Newbie
Thank you to the now-forgotten PF bloggers who turned me on to these books!
How could I not have these new-to-me oldies by
Marilyn Singers and Joyce Sidman in my collection?
Something in water loves
Amid the scent of roses
and the lolling hum of bees
comes a cloud scudding briefly across the sun
or a slightly pointed breeze
to remind you that the earth has turned again
and in a long slow wink
the nights will grow
the days will shrink...
The subtitle (A Story in Concrete Poetry) doesn't do this book justice.
You can't imagine it until you see it.
The concrete poetry is every single part of every illustration on every page.
Plus it tells a story.
I'd love to share the poem that is the grass,
but it goes on for SEVENTEEN glorious pages!
Here are a few of the clouds:
a tiny puff,
a swirl of frosting--
of sugary white
bread loaves rising
in he sun's bright heat,
a billowing batch
AND HERE'S THE NEWBIE:
My 5th graders still LOVE these You Read To Me, I'll Read to You books!
And now they'll learn about common and unusual tall tales while performing poetry?
I'm Davy Crockett, frontier king,
A man who can do anything.
My story starts right at my birth:
A comet carried me to Earth.
It hit a hill in Tennessee,
And guess what happened? Out came me!
Jama has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at Jama's Alphabet Soup.