Yesterday my kiddo slipped in mud that coated her sparkly white shoes a wet mud brown. We giggled out loud as she wiped some of it away on the spring grass. This was a perfect prelude to reading one of my favorite poems,
E.E. Cumming's in Just-. It puts a smile on my face this time of year. What's not to love about words like "mud-luscious" and "puddle-wonderful"?
April is
National Poetry Month. Really every month should be, but it's a nice time for those of us who live busy lives and don't take the time to enjoy the rhythmic beauty of a initially seemingly simple poem that with a deeper look is loaded with sound and meaning.
Like so many, I don't consider myself a poet. Yet, I appreciate.
Book Spine Poetry is a simple way many of us can appreciate in a participatory, visible way. Here are two former posts I wrote about this fun form of poetry:
Part 1 and
Part 2. Give it a try and let me know how it goes! Explore
your resources for developing meaningful opportunities, and have fun!
I know this much is true…
The world is open,
The sun also rises.
Where the sidewalk ends,
Let the great world spin.