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Yippee! In honor of Poetry Month, Easter, and all things rabbity,
my free-verse picture book, To Rabbittown is now only 99 cents
on iTunes, Kindle, Nook--yippee! (Picture me jumping up and
down like an over-caffeinated kangaroo…)
Download the free Kindle for PC  if you don’t have an eReader.

And here are links to Poetry Month
in the Kidlitosphere–thanks, Jama!

Eli found Squirrel at the dog park.
Eli loves Squirrel.
Squirrel no longer squeaks. 
Eli removed Squirrel’s squeaker.
He couldn’t help himself.

Howdy, Campers and welcome to my 2012 Poem-A-Day Challenge!  Wowee–I can’t believe it’s here again!  This means I’ve been writing a poem a day since I took the challenge in April 2010.  Two. Whole. Years.  Over six hundred poems.

Ask any writer and I’ll bet 98% of us wonder if we deep-down really ARE writers.  Writing a poem a day has given me an amazing gift–I no longer doubt that I’m a writer.

This month, all the poems will be DOG POEMS, because the dog park is my new addiction.  So, let’s get on with the dog show–arf, arf!


April 2


by April Halprin Wayland

When I am very good,
She tells me

When I sit crisply?  Excellent.
When I walk without pulling? Excellent.
When I don’t chase the cats?  Excellent.

is followed by a meaty bone.

is definitely the most beautiful word
in the whole world.

by April Halprin Wayland

Every Wednesday,
Lara makes us do fifty sit-ups
with our knees in an L position,

fifty with our left leg in the air,
fifty with our right leg in the air.
and fifty with both legs straight up.

Every Wednesday Lara gaily chirps,
as we do another 50 and another and another

Every Wednesday her counting
rips into my stomach
with venomous fangs.

Finally Lara says,
“Done.  Done-done-done!”
in her sing-songy way.

Hear the harps
and the horns?
See the confetti spilling out of the sky?

the most beautiful word
I’ve ever heard.

Poetry Prompt:

My favorite part of a workout is when it’s over.  Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going at my gym class is repeating the following over and over in my head: “If Nelson Mandela could be in solitary confinement for 27 years, you can do this for 50 minutes.”  What a glorious word “done” can be!  It got me to thinking about favorite words.

Now it’s your turn.  This is a mask poem.  Become an animal or an object.  What would your favorite word be? 

poem © 2012 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved

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