I must be crazy. Really. I should be completely written out after the Slice of Life Story Challenge, but I already miss it. I don't know if I'll post every day in April, but some fellow bloggers are going to write about poetry and compose some of their own poetry throughout National Poetry Month, and I'm going to join them. Maybe I'll challenge my students to do the same. They're going to love me. Ha.
A form of poetry that has really intrigued me lately is memoir in verse. Last year during SOLSC I wrote about my childhood, and I'd like to do more exploring and writing around that. I love writing around photos, though, and since I'm on spring break, I don't have access to my photos. I'd also like to do some reading of mentor texts that I'd like to emulate in some way. Those are also at home! One, though, that comes to mind is Cynthia Rylant's Waiting to Waltz: A Childhood. Next week I'll try this out.
Since I'm here in Aruba, though, I will write a poem about the sunset I just enjoyed.
A Saxophone Sunset
Of a saxophone,
The warm Caribbean breezes
The sun puts on a show.
She blazes mango and tangerine
While settling down for the night,
Turning to whisper pinks
And Easter egg yellows.
Goodnight, sweet sun.