Death

Posted August 5, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

Death is not

a tall figure dressed

in black.

It doesn’t have an intimidating

black cloak

or a skull for a face,

and it doesn’t bear a scythe to kill you.

We shouldn’t have to see Death as

this monster,

this scary,

violent,

ruthless

monster.

Maybe if we saw

Death

in a different light, not as a scary

entity, but as a small

but strong,

kitten

with dark–but not black–fur

and large, white, caring eyes,

we wouldn’t be so afraid

when Death crawls into our laps

to take us away.

 

by Cheyenne, 7th grade

Sonic Lime

Posted June 23, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Student Writing.

I once met a tiny

strange martian

named Louie.

He told me

he had a

deep temptation

to leave

his home

and escape

to the lush

green world

of sonic lime.

The Birth of Color

Posted April 28, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

The beautiful sunset
making shades
of blue,
green,
red,
pink,
yellow,
and orange,
eyes of the wandering beings
opening,
looking,
watching
from their windows,
the golden yellow tree,
the sunset lake,
children playing,
bluebirds chirping,
the blue leaves,
dark green haunting shadows,
a red horse,
people hard at work,
a bright sunny day,
trees reaching up to grow,
mothers making supper for their children,
and a door opening,
telling people to come.
This is the birth of color.

by Kirby, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 Addison, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Sweet” by Bensound.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTR

 

Original post: October 11, 2016

Palm-reading Geography (for Jack)

Posted April 19, 2017 & filed under mentor text, Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

As I look at the twists
and turns in your palm,
I see something,

something more than lines,
like a virus worming its
way deeper,

deeper into your veins,
riding them to your
heart.

Another hill is like a
weakness, trying to hide
until it is strong,

hiding in those little
creases, just waiting for
the right time to show itself.

But you will love—I see
it deep in your heart,
waiting for your future.

by Katie, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Audrey, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “The Dance” by David Szesztay. Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

Poem a Day is made possible in part by H-E-B, Copy.com, The City of Houston through the Houston Arts Alliance, Texas Commission on the Arts, KPFT 90.1, Sunny 99.1, and KTRU 96.1.

Original Post: October 28, 2016