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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.

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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 18

SPRING EVENING AT THE DOG PARK


SPRING EVENING AT THE DOG PARK
by April Halprin Wayland

Warm yellow light
spills over all of us,
dogs and humans.

A black setter, a tan lab and my own goofball
whirl around the park
like speed skaters in a roller rink.

Wildly happy eyes,
tongues flying behind
like pink flags,

long legs flying,
Eli in the lead.
Here they come!

Where’d they go?
Then—
bam!

I wake in dust,
open my eyes to faces
partly blocking a softening sky.

Exhuberant dogs
took me out at the knees;
I stay down for a few more minutes

to make the ground
stop waving;
the roll of an earthquake.

Someone
hands me my glasses…
then a dusty lens.

Someone
asks if I know my name
I do

I laugh
because I know
my goofball’s name, too.

Poetry Prompt: I love metaphors in poetry–in all literature–and don’t use enough of ‘em.  So I made a point to stretch my brain and include metaphors in this poem (speed skaters and pink flag.)  I find that if I’m tired, I can’t seem to find metaphors.  A good night’s sleep and they come more easily.

It’s your turn. Describe a scene and include metaphors.  Break up the lines into short stanzas. Eliminate as many “the”s and “and”s as you can.  Does it feel like a poem?

 

poem © 2012 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved

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