The late afternoon sun casts
mottled shadows on the ground
as light filters through the once
lush oak tree, now bare.
The leaves that do remain
hold on in desperation
or maybe resignation,
but I choose to believe
they hold on with hope.
it’s national poetry day!
One of my favorite things to do with poetry when I am in a large group (um, like a class) is to create poems from the words around us. It’s called a “found” poem because you can’t change the words or otherwise manipulate them…you get what you find.
This morning on Twitter I discovered a blog from @GuardianBooks that was using book titles as poems, so I went to my own shelf and grabbed a few, stacked them, and took a picture. I’m not sure that I like the order of the words (that you can move around), so maybe I’ll come back later and re-sort them. You can, too, if you want 🙂
Just Read the Titles
Eat, Pray, Love;
Can’t wait to get to heaven.Choosing beauty for one more day…
a little joy, a little oy.Great expectations:
Questions and answers.Patterns for a purpose three minutes a day.
one last poem
The sweet scent of wood
burning awakens in me
a longing for Fall.