ok, maybe not my best

hey guys! i found this post from my other blog words amd photo booth moments [wpm] from a few years ago and thought i'd share...

I should have known it was all over, set in stone --the France thing, and my amazing writing talent+style --ha! demonstrated by this eloquent and classy image, drawn out with the subtle rhyming elements of the words ‘France’ ‘pants’ and ‘dance’-- when at age 9, I wrote this poem:

There was a young girl of France
and all she would do is to
dance, she got her best pants
and was ready to dance
and she danced
and she danced and she danced.


It’s strangely prophetic.

In fact many of you will be forever convinced that that's all I did during my five-year stint in Paris, shopping and dancing.. (in my best pants bien sur)

And yes, in my best moments, I did do my fair share of both.


...and she danced and she danced.

moving for words

to better understand a poem written by someone else, 

write it down for yourself in your style, 

how do you see it in your mind, what do the words 

sound like, look like, move like... for you?

in Angee's hands this poem became a piece of art... 

and inspired her to write a poem! 

original poem: The Fourth by Shel Silverstein

original artwork: all Angee

photo: by Chantal

today in the garden

There it is again

The yellow butterfly? Ya!

Into the trees...... gone---

by abby and chantal

BEFORE DISNEYLAND

One
Just two days left
Until the big trip goes
It’s Disneyland, wow

Two
Disneyland wow, wow
Already here can’t wait much more
Ahhh, here we go, yaaaaa

Three
It’s Minnie, wow
Wait don’t leave I’m.............
Man to late, ahhhhh.......
Four
There it is, come on
Splash Mountain, lets go on
Almost there, ahhhhhhh, ya............

Five
I’m wet now
Me too, that was so much fun
Lets go again, yaaaaaaa

Six
Lets go to the room
Broom ..... I’m sleepy lets ......... zzzzzzzzzz what
Where are we now

Seven
The end of the ..........
What, oh trip right ya
The very end ...........

by (abby)

SMOOTHING DAYS

lovely summer days
dancing in the melody
waltzing in the park

by
(abby)

Just in Time

Why are you so mean? / You try so hard to hide your / Insecurity

by *O*

The one you love

The one you love
Could be right
Around the corner

The one you love
Could be right
Across the street

The one you love
Could be right
At your feet

When you find them
You may feel
Complete

by,
*O*

(another terrific poem by Olivia, she had instant inspiration grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote this in approximately 2.5 minutes!!)

..but..i hate haiku

Olivia's first haiku attempt...

I eat my apple
So crunchy and sour sweet
So many colors

by,
*O*

..turned out really great!

Then Olivia decided haiku wasn't so bad
and we had some fun
(I said it was hikool, ya ya I know stupid joke)

*O* and C: a conversation in 5 haiku

*O* and C: a conversation in 5 haiku

C to *O*:
you think you don’t like
these haiku that i write, come
on give it a chance

*O*’s response:
You act like you know
What I think about haiku
You’re wrong they are fun!

C’s response
so happy to hear
you’ve changed your mind it’s clear
now let’s have some fun!

*O*’s response
I kind of feel that
Way, but I much rather go
and play all day long!

C’s response
you roll your eyes, but
really it’s true, you know it
you’re so good at this!

So much depends upon...

Olivia saw this poem somewhere:

The Red Wheel Barrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

by,
William Carlos Williams

The style and words from this poem
got stuck in her mind! She used the line
“So much depends upon”
in many of her poems.
Here are two great examples:

Red Wall

The pictures sit upon
the big red wall. The wall is
steady so they do not fall.
So much depends upon
the big red wall
for if it
was not there the pictures
would fall.

{a poem literally written in 3 minutes}
by,
*O*


A Poem in Two Minutes

So much depends upon
the wind blowing through the
trees. It moves through the
air blowing through the leaves.
Blowing scraps of trash
through the air. Sometimes
if you're not lucky it
will mess up your hair.

by,
*O*