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FEAR
A shadow passes over my voice
like a hawk circling a field mouse,
like a heron targeting a bullfrog.
I freeze.
I didn't even raise my hand!
Why did she call on me?
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
Kimberley, at iWrite in Maine, is joining me this month.
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments here and at Poetrepository for her poems.
Yay! Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.
Jone is doing a "double L" challenge.
She and I are cross-poLLinating our challenges whenever possible.
Today I have a bullfrog for hers and she has fear for mine!
The roundup of 2015 Poetry Month projects throughout the Kidlitosphere can be found at
She said she fell
ReplyDeletein her dream last night,
a tipping point of
invisible gravity,
and she woke with a start
to realize her feet were still
glued to the ground.
Kevin
I think it does feel like being hunted for some kids. Love this and the photo to go along.
ReplyDeleteI love the juxtaposition of being hunted and being called on in class.
ReplyDeleteI think I had way too much fun with today's poem. Shouldn't fear be scary?
http://kaymcgriff.edublogs.org/2015/04/02/whos-afraid-of-the-big-bad-wolf/
For some who want to hide, you've described the feeling well, Mary Lee. I wish it weren't true.
ReplyDeleteSometimes Fear Motivates
Mama waited, James frozen
at the edge of the pool,
wanting to please.
Fearful of both the water
and her frown,
he jumped.
Mama smiled.
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
I messed around all day yesterday (when I should have been cleaning or doing my taxes). I have three different fear poems. Interesting, the first one that came was a school poem.
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every year
a little one hangs back
whimper crying
clinging to mama's hand
and I gently peel the two apart
reassure mom (who is also a little teary)
here there will be
books
watercolors
good friends
and recess
school
is not such a scary place
after all
Carol Wilcox, (c) 2015
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"Fear"
that voice
called fear
whisper shouts
in my ear
but what if…
and what if…
or what if…
even so, what if…
and I have to keep
reminding that
loud loud loud
quiet voice,
"Peace!
Be still
and know that
HE is God."
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2015
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And then a tanka (Japanese poem, five lines, syllables: 5-7-5-7-7)
"To my boys"
Often fear looks like
anger loud red hot breaking
easier to rage
than to acknowledge weakness
or holes grief has torn in soul
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
http://carolwscorner.blogspot.com/2015/04/2-fear.html
OK, so it just occurred to me I was so busy trying to get stuff posted and make it to my oil change by 8:00 that I didn't even comment on your poem. Once again, I'm amazed by how much you get done in only a few lines. I know so many kids that feel like this! And two similes, and double ll besides. This would be a great beginning of the school getting to know you, how much is this like you poem.
ReplyDeleteHAH! Poor kiddo -- sometimes, it just takes nothing but being in the same room with Scary Teacher...
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