Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Poetry Month

I've never been much for reading poetry or writing it but this week the co-leader for my Writers Inspiration Group had us writing away; for National Poetry Month.

First she had us write six sentences or phrases about something to do with nature. I was thinking about a conversation with my grandson about saguaro cacti.

Holes in the saguaro
Made by cactus wrens, flitting about
Nests on top of each other, year after year
Chirping babies singing
Condominiums - cactus condos

Then we had to write it down to the American haiku of  syllables: 5 - 7 - 5 (Well close anyway.)

Cactus Wrens

Cactus wrens flitting
Saguaro filled with chirping birds
Cactus condominiums

Then we just wrote a story type poem:

Questions

Sometimes my grandson amazes me
with his insights into the world.
Sometimes he asks questions
about cacti or dragons or ants on the street.
Sometimes he makes a joke.
Like the other day,
"Grammy, do you know what?"
"No," I say.
"I love you."

Not great poetry or maybe even good but its a start. There is certainly lots of meaning.

Now it's your turn.