Last Wednesday it snowed six inches and it was lovely. I drove for the first time in sleet and snow, and now many days later there is still snow every where. This is an old poem of mine (probably my only good snow poem) and some pictures from this week for you all. Merry Christmas!… Continue reading …and so it snowed
This year my homeschool co-op's junior class includes a seminar on writing poetry. I've been adoring this one, though it's hard to fit in poetry after working on chemistry and algebra and debate for hours each day. At the beginning of the year we were told to bring two things to class: the book we're… Continue reading Poetry Journal Tour | ft. messy handwriting, pictures, and poems I sort of wrote
Hulloooo and happy Monday! Today I have the wonderful pleasure of collaborating with the lovely Emma from Seven Billion Smiles. She started this blog with her younger sisters which to this day is one of my absolute favorites. Their drawings and poetry are gorgeous and conversations are always so refreshing. I find myself thinking back… Continue reading Bookbinder Poetry | collab with Emma from Seven Billion Smiles
Found Poem | noun Definition of found poem : a poem consisting of words found in a nonpoetic context (such as a product label) and usually broken into lines that convey a verse rhythm First Known Use of found poem: 1966 Meriam-Webster Dictionary Online
There is something lovely about sitting in the grainy light of dusk and scribbling poetry in one's notebook, then sipping some fizzy fruit juice and tracing the gorgeous pictures in one's 1945 copy of John James Audubon's Birds of America. That was Wednesday evening. I sat and stared at empty pages, wrenching my brain to… Continue reading Found Poetry
This week I was struggling to write a poem for a class I'm taking and so I returned to the 50 cent copy of Emma I have abused for over a year now, and this was the product. When you are looking for inspiration, where do you go?
Last week everyone was invited to contribute a line of poetry for an exquisite corpse poem. Thanks to everyone who participated! Here is the resulting piece: No one talks about the sky.Elephants yawn at the inky sky,Color pulses behind their closed eyes.Rabbits are a gift from God.I'll give the moon a hug.A donkey brayed across… Continue reading Exquisite Corpse Poetry: The Poem Itself
Hello friends! I recently was introduced to the poetry game called The Exquisite Corpse. The basic idea is to form a collaborative poem that is written by multiple people without any idea what the previous lines hold or say. I have played the drawing version, in which players fold pieces of paper and sketch horrors… Continue reading You Are Invited: Exquisite Corpse Poetry
Recently I have had the delight of reading a new book on poetry, Poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge. My grandmother gave it to me for Christmas and, in trying to immerse myself with ideas and inspiration, I have started it. So here we go with another entry in the journal of Evelyn-finds-something-neat-about-poetry-and-comes-to-share-it. Today's topic: word… Continue reading Playing In Word Pools and Other Found Poetry
Tomorrow I march with my team into battle. It's hard to summarize the experience of a full day of competition (I spent thirty minutes trying to explain it to two team mates the other day starting with the moment you wake before dawn and with numb fingers put on your suit to the moment the… Continue reading Last Minute Musings of the Courtroom Poet
