So... today is the last day of NaPoWriMo. I will have 4 hours to myself this afternoon while Frida's grandmother plays with her. Yesterday's poems came out of the two in-class exercises I assigned a class of 5th graders I taught through Arlington County's Pick-a-Poet Program, which places poets in public schools to teach 1-hr workshops. Over the course of this spring, I taught 13 classes. Whew. But it was a lot of fun. The most challenging part of each class was the Q&A at the end when students asked the difficult questions like "What's the hardest part about being a poet?" or "How can you tell something is a poem?"
One of the exercises was to pick an object in the room and write from the viewpoint of the object. I like to do the exercises, too, and here's what I came up with. They gave me a standing ovation for this. Ah, so impressionable. This poem will self-destruct in 24-hours:
Said the Homeroom Globe