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Of course you know it’s¬†Poetry Month
but do you know that
the wonderful and
mouth-wateringly
delicious Jama Rattigan
has herded poet bloggers
in the Kidlitosphere onto
her site  this month?

Thank you, Jama!

 

(And check out my group blog,
TeachingAuthors.com!
Every Friday when we talk
poetry, poetry, poetry!)

 

I write a poem each day; during Poetry Month 2015 I’m sharing *PPPs¬†
Welcome to Poetry Month 2015!

Eli and I will be feeding you one PPP per day for Poetry Month this year. ¬†What is a PPP, you ask? ¬†A *Previously Published Poem. ¬†I have so many poems in so many anthologies, books and magazines, Eli thought I should snap a leash on one each day this month and give it a walk around the block. ¬†So that’s what we’re doing this year. ¬†Enjoy!

(once you click on the title of the poem to the right,
the post shows up below¬†‚Üď )

Eli thinking deep, poetic thoughts…

April 13

LISTENING


This poem was published in P* TAG by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong (2011).  Poetry Tag is a game which Janet and Sylvia developed in their Poetry Tag trilogy: Poetry Tag, P*TAG (teen poems) and Poetry Tag Gift Poems (holiday poems). Our instructions were as follows:

1) select a photo;
2) write a short response to the photo;
3) write a poem prompted by the photo;
4) choose 3 words from the poem immediately prior to yours and include them in your poem;
5) tag the next poet from a list of poets posted.

I chose a photo of an ear, like the photo below and wrote:

This photo has so many possibilities! I first looked up the anatomy of an ear and began playing with the outer, the middle, and the inner ear. Then I thought of a teen in a coffee shop. She tries not to listen to the conversation going on next to her, but how can she not? It’s a boy she secretly loves. The casual words at the next table have a deeper meaning for her.

The words I chose from the previous poem by Michele Krueger are: wings, feathered, flight, deep and unfolding.

LISTENING
by April Halprin Wayland

They say
ideas
have velvet wings.

I sip a latte
our tables touch‚ÄĒI try to read
I care too much.

And all you say
and all I hear
is tucked away deep in my ear

where words unfolding
marry, meld
and all the marrow which they held

is changed. Is rearranged.
I listen for the feathered flight
of meaning‚ÄĒthe gist of things

and so
perhaps
ideas have wings.

from MorgueFile.com

from MorgueFile.com

 

poem © 2015 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved

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