Found Poems

We started poetry in WW. We talked about what poetry is and that it can be a lot of forms. Tim asked us to write about winter and cold and snow and we did. Have you read Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost or Cold Morning by Eamon Grennan? Then we went outside and used our writer's eye. Then we wrote about the cols and winter again. The second poem was better because we were focused. We looked at the lines we wrote and picked out our favorite one brought them to the circle. We read ur lines out loud and moved them around so we could create a class poem. It was fun. We each had our own line from our own poem and we made it one big poem. When you use words our lines from other things to make a new poem it is called Found Poetry. It is fun but sometimes it is not smooth.

Here are our found poems:

Tumeric                                                                     Cardamom

A winter snow season.                                              The frost shields my window
On the highest mountain closest to the                     from the cold outdoors.
Northern Lights,                                                       As soon as I walk outside,
My thoughts leave my head                                      a cold blanket wraps itself around me.
and it is filled with the frigid sounds                        To sand a place so slippery the thought of it makes
of the cold morning.                                                  the thought of it makes me jittery.
The sour wind nips at my face.                                 The moon is cracked in between the tall trees
Fear the whipping of the winter air.                          covering us like wings of a bird.
                                                                                  My finger tips feel the shard shivering cold.
I play in the snow on Saturday.                                 The cold bites into my hand. I shake it off
Snow. The hundreds of thousands of flakes              but it slivers back.
at my feet.                                         
The snow was quicksand,                                          The powder that feel from the heavens
my fingers are freezing like a block of ice.                The frosty snow that sprinkles my face with cold
Came back like a man of snow.                                 When I was walking through the snow
The snow floods our deck with surging waves          I saw a tree covered in snow.
washing up the steep slipper stairs                             Brown paws turning white
Entering the house so bright,                                     in the snow of the night.
every room filled with light                                     
A fish, in a dish, delish.                                              I look to the left at my house
                                                                                   and see the jagged and smooth icicles
                                                                                    I heard sleigh bells to my right
                                                                                   Rosy cheeks, fingers red,
                                                                                   I wish I'd stayed inside instead.
                                                                                   It is winter, hooray!