honeysuckle buckles, tucks green shoots and?fuschia buds? through warm, weathered fence –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved —————————————————- I’m visiting Irene Latham’s blog today (she of the progressive poem brilliance) and talking about metaphor in poetry, in 2 of my BookSpeak! poems in particular. I hope you’ll stop by and
pink, red, blue daisies dance and sway to draw your eyes– dying for drama –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Plants in their natural state are always gorgeous, but I do love the totally fake and cheerful colors of dyed daisies! So, that’s where I got my haiku from today.
atop your shoulders, taller than I hoped to be, I see other worlds –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved —————————————————- Cue sappy poem music. But BookSpeak! won the Minnesota Book Award (Children’s Literature category) last night, and I’m in a floaty/sappy mood today! And in that banquet hall full of
crumpled index cards abandoned confetti scraps after the awards –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved —————————————————- I’m jotting a couple of notes on an index card for the Minnesota Book Awards banquet. I don’t expect BookSpeak! to win, but when Stampede was a Finalist, I panicked when they started the
crab dances on beach tickling sandy ivories ???? playing summer’s song –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Happy Poetry Friday! This haiku was inspired by a crab running across the beach on Survivor this week. Those tiny pointy legs that run so lightly across the sand always surprise me (as
(for J.P.) Her hand winds through air. Her mind stretches toward sun– Reaching for meaning. –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved ?—————————————————- Great news! BookSpeak! Poems About Books is on the Bank Street’s Best Books of 2012, Ages Five to Nine. Woohoo! At least, that’s what I’ve been told. I
Crisp brown stalks project, Tall tombstones?among new green– Daylily graveyard –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved ?
storm rises from ground… sand dispenses dust to sky… clouds tan leather sun –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved ———————————————————— I almost wrote today’s haiku about our beagle getting into the Easter candy, but then I read this great interview with David Harrison about his?new collection, Cowboys. It’s at Sylvia
new pen ink rushes like snowmelt from spring mountains– quenching winter’s dry throat –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
she waves her red stick– goalie in matador pads– welcomes charging bull –Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved Happy Poetry Friday! My daughter Maddie had lacrosse tryouts recently, and she’s going to be goalie for the varsity team. Yikes. It’s nerve-wracking watching her defend the goal–but she loves it. Robyn
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